Alisa shot up and out looking around, as far as she could see the tall grass was undisturbed, the gray landscape untouched. She looked up and down the river, hers was the only boat. Where could the sound have come from? It didn’t make sense. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a bright red ribbon floating in the current. She scooped it up, running her thumb over the fabric. She looked around, where had it come from? She looked back at the banks again, there was a section where the grass seemed to stop being so tall then went back, she steered the boat to the bank, not bothering to tether it. Alisa walked slowly, with as little noise as possible to the area she had seen. There, the grass had be smashed down, and stained red. She raised a hand to her mouth and crossed herself before she scurried away, her father would want to see this. She hopped back into the small boat turned it around and switched on the small motor that would propel her upstream back to home.