What happens next?

Sad Cebu and Sick Cebu continued rowing down the river at a breakneck pace. For his part, Sick Cebu was eager to be out of this canoe and back in bed where he belonged. He did not see a purpose in the boy's foolish trip into town, nor why he, of all cebus, had to be a part of it. Sad Cebu merely kept pace with Sick Cebu, too lost in his own misery to make any decisions about his actions. Meanwhile, Mute Cebu continued his futile struggle to alert his companions to the hippo blocking their path. If they failed to see it, Mute Cebu had no doubt that the canoe would be smashed to smithereens upon impact with the beast. Yet despite all his waving and grunting, the other cebu were so caught up in their own worries that they took no note of Mute Cebu. The boy, who was the most unaware of them all, sat in blissful ignorance in his boat content to let the cebu do the work of getting him into town. He closed his eyes and relaxed as the hot breeze danced across his face and the water churned beneath his canoe carrying him onward. Little did he know that his reliance on a sick, sad, and mute cebu might just be the biggest mistake of his life. The little canoe moved along as the hippo turned around so that it was facing it. Mute Cebu froze as he watched the hippo rear back and charge at the canoe.