Soon after Uncle Reuben went home, I decided to visit the
Doone valley again. I put on expensive new clothes, forgetting
about the effect of water on them. I wanted to look my best. I
walked to the waterfall that I had once climbed up. I was a big
man now, and the whirlpool and the rocks seemed smaller than I
remembered. I climbed up behind the waterfall, as I had done
before, and I soon reached the top.