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It was storming again as Vincent headed out to find shelter. The air was very humid and had a pleasant smell to it. The rain was coming down in buckets, running off of Vincent's scales, and there were occasional bright flashes of lightning, and the unusually loud thunder soon followed quickly after. It was so quick, however, that there was hardly any time between the two. The storm seemed to be directly overhead, and it had come on so quickly.
Vincent traveled along the cliff wall with the sun behind him. He was heading in the opposite direction of the waterfall, looking for a cave or depression along the wall. Usually, he glided off of his sentry post to a small cave he had found and made his den, but that cave was across the wide, turbulent river, and with his wing out, he wouldn't be able to cross without risking his neck.
Vincent found a sheltered spot in the wall. There was a protrusion of rock above that jutted out. Some water was rolling down it, clinging desperately onto the bottom until it couldn't go on any longer and beaded up to fall onto the ground. It formed a thin curtain of water. Vincent walked through and pressed himself against the wall to try to keep away from the heavy rain.

Vincent stared out into the heavy rainfall. It had been raining for a while and didn't show signs of letting up. Then, he realized that he was sinking slightly. He looked down and saw that the ground under his feet had collected water. It seemed that the water had run deep because it had become thick mud that sucked at his feet. It had covered his toes already and was creeping up to his ankles. Vincent pulled his feet up with a squelching noise that seemed to pop when it released his feet.
More thunder rumbled. However, it continued long after thunder should have ended. Then, Vincent noticed mud dripped along with the water from the rock above and could feel vibrations through the rock pressed against his back. In a heartbeat, Vincent made the connection and recognized the danger he was in. Mudslide!

Vincent thrust his head out through the curtain of rain and looked up the cliff face. He caught a fleeting glance of a five-foot wall of mud, toppled logs, and still-standing trees riding a brown river of rainwater towards him about before he was blinded by the dirty water splashing into his face. As he sputtered and pulled his head back in, he knew there was not enough time to escape the landslide. He would be buried here under tons of mud and suffocate. What a pathetic way to die, buried under disgusting mud, defeated by dirt. Bad enough to be conquered by nature but couldn't it be a noble death, like a destructive tornado or a mighty earthquake? Well, he supposed it was inevitable to be conquered by nature as it was natural to die. How long would it be? Funny, how quickly thoughts flash through one's mind when they're about to die.
But he wasn't going to die! Would he be more likely to survive if he stayed or ran? He estimated he had lost a second thinking. Vincent took his chances and bolted.