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It was only a moment before the sloth reached the pole. Then he scampered to

the top in a flash. Breathing hard and hanging on for dear life, the sloth looked

at Carl and exclaimed, “I made it!”

“Uh, made what?” Carl asked the sloth, “Made what?”

“I made it to safety!” he said, laughing out loud. He was almost beside himself.

“Safety from what?” asked Carl as he looked around.

Once again, he was very confused.

“The tidal wave,” said the sloth, “the gigantic tidal wave! I looked for a hill or a

mountain to climb,” said the sloth, “but this pole was the closest thing that was

high up!”