You explain where your heading in a natural tone (to the human ear, this would be real hard to understand). Everyone decides to follow you, and (as if somthing from a fantastic Hollywood Western) your the leader of the stampeeding pack.

You make it to the river. Sadly, the last fresh water river in your area. You decide to be the first in. The water is cold, but you feel even more freer than you did when you woke up that morning. You let out a excited cheerful cry. The others are smiling and then...What? Do they...