I tilted my head back feeling the sun caress my body. I closed my eyes listening to the wind rummage through my tangled hair and gripping the overly green grass. My serenity was dismissed by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face the worn locking person.
“Hello?” I said suspiciously.
The person gave me an awkward glance,”Lebensgefahr.”
My eyes grew wide and round,”Excuse me?”
“I come from the stream.” he stated blandly.
My face scrunched up with deep curiosity,”So your an Egyptian.”
His eyes gave an confused light.”This is the Fhar stream.”
“Oh, I see. Deep apology Stream Man.”I said starting to play along.
He turned around,”Goodbye now.” I turned my position to watch him. He stuck his feet into the stream as he sunk deeper and deeper. Once his body was fully gone I crawled toward the stream and stuck my finger in the water. It couldnt of been more then a rulers depth. I stuck my feet in the stream pounding the mud.
“Could you stop please?” I heard a voice from down under call. I backed away slowly.