A story about a girl who fell into a sand pit.
One day, while adventuring in an unknown part, this girl had chanced upon a sand pit unawares. This was not a populated place. No warnings were hammered up nearby.
And now she was in the sand pit. Luckily, she was only in it to her waist. She could still admire the scenery of which there was some. Some trees, some sky, and then ofcourse the sand which was not the colour you would usually expect from sand. A deep red rather than yellow. The colour in itself was a kind of warning. Like how poisonous things in the rainforest are a bright color. But she had never been to the rainforests of Brazil before. And it was not likely that she ever would. Not that I know how the story ends.
Anyways. She was in the sand pit. Having grown tired of the scenery, she started talking out loud. At first it was a mad raving. She thrashed her arms about and bubbled at the mouth like this till only her head and shoulders were above the sand level.
Now, normally you would expect that in the face of such dire circumstances, one would quit their ravings for a quieter tactic.
I for one do not want to know how her story turns out.
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