I woke up in the evening on my sofa, hearing wierd noises. I looked outside and saw my animals devouring the trash. They were probably hungry because I got drunk and forgot to feed them. I gathered my workers and handed them whips. We lashed at the hungry animals, trying to get them back to their pens and stables.
In the morning, the river moves slowly.
Mist floats above it,
water flows over rocks.
A bird lands on a branch, watches, then leaves.
The river keeps going.
