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The box rattles, then it shows the finished word:
kala
The word for fish. A strange noise fills the box. It gets louder and louder until the fluttering and flapping becomes too loud for your ears. You flee through the tunnel, and not a second too late, because just as soon as you are out, you are hit by something wet. You look down at the ground, and there lies a fish. You stare at it, unsure what to do. A moment later, thousands of fish fly out of the tunnel. You back away as a mountain of fish grows in front of you. Slowly, a smell hits your nose, a fishy smell that gets stronger and stronger until your desire to leave cuts your adventure short.
You return to your village. There is still no river there. And every time the wind blows from a certain direction, there is an incredibly bad smell. Very few of the inhabitants will want to