C) "I'd have to be crazy to follow that old man! Who wants to slave in the hot sun building a giant tomb? Who cares if they say the pharaoh is a god? Let him build his own pyramid!” you tell yourself. You walk along the bank of the river trying to find a way to get your boat back. It’s drifting further and further away. You check the waters, looking for any sign of the old crocodile. He appears to have been satisfied with his snack, maybe he won't linger by the shore. As you walk you realize that you are now tired, muddy and hot. At least the boat has drifted into some of the papyrus reeds. The reeds sway gracefully in the light breeze. You again hop into your boat, realizing that if you don't catch any fish, you won't eat tonight.