B) You quietly raise your anchor and silently row after your dinner. The ducks
quacking and splashing slip into the long, swaying reeds of papyrus growing
along the riverbank. You hop quickly out of your little boat and into the
cluster of reeds. Your meal is nowhere in sight. A few feathers float by, so
you’re certain they must have been this way. You hear splashing a few feet away!
"Aha! Dinner is served!" You draw your boomerang-like throwing stick and slowly
creep nearer to the commotion. "Gotcha! Oh no!!!” You found the ducks…going
right down the throat of a ravenous crocodile! You explode toward the shore with
the crocodile following close behind! You slip in the soft black mud as you
scramble up the bank. Breathlessly, you watch as the reptilian eyes glare at you
from the shallows of the river. All of a sudden, you feel a sharp jab in your
back. You turn around to see an old farmer holding a knotted staff. "It’s the
flood season. Why are you by the river? You can't farm now." You try to explain
that you are a fisherman, but he doesn't seem to understand. "You should be at
the pyramids, working for pharaoh. If you want to follow me, I'm heading for the
land of Giza now."
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