With clear air and the sound of gurgling water near it, the river bed is silty and muddy. The river rushes by the land as more and more dirt separates from the land. The land of the riverbed slick with mud and filled with bugs and worms/
Riverbed, Forest
mother
village chief
I am brave and coraugeous. I like being in charge of people. I dislike it when someone doesnt obbey my orders. I like to be the hero and like when others look up to me.
What brings you to the river?  Oh dear, chief. I'm looking for my son. When I woke this morning, he was gone and I think he might be wandering somewhere about the river. Are you sure? I've been gathering fish since sunrise and have not seen him come down. Oh dear, I hope he's not around here. He cannot swim but he loves the water. Do you think that dog has heard anything? Do you have something that belongs to your son? Maybe the dog can catch a scent and track it? Of course, of course. Here is his blanket. Perhaps your dog can pick up on his scent. Oh, he's only four years old and rather dimwitted, I fear. Don't worry. I will let the dog have a sniff then and see his reaction.  Oh, thank you for helping me, chief. There is so much mud that I'm afraid the riverbed is slick. He could have slipped in easily. The dog seems to recognize the scent. He appears to be heading upriver.  Oh dear, oh dear... please let him find my boy. I don't know how I would live without him. The dog is pointing to the forest now. It's a relief your son didn't fall into the river.  Such a relief! Oh, I pray we find him safe. 