The sound of a truck engine grew. One of
the other kids pointed. “Look!”
A truck was starting to cross the bridge. A
truck I didn’t recognize—must be from a firm
in town. It was piled high with more bales of
hay than I’d ever seen a truck carry before.We were all staring as the truck began to
rumble across the wooden deck. One kid said,
“They shouldn’t be going so—”
I heard a CRACK! Something splitting
and tearing. Then a BANG! An explosion like
a bomb going off. The bridge plunged and42