Blue Complexion
There I was, sauntering along the riverbank.
A toddler with blue complexion came.
He asked me,
“Why are you so sad?”
“Really, am I?” I replied.
Quickly, I walked past the creature, without looking at him.
“How arrogant you are!”
I pretended to be totally unaware of his anger and to be more arrogant- raising my head and walking with a comical, yet, I believed to be, at the time, a confident manner.
“Hey!” He shouted at me, suddenly.
“Wh…” Before I could respond with a perfectly crafted sentence, I fell into the mud.
“Dear! Dear!”
I was left sitting in the mud, peering into the dark wood, and being consoled by the starry night.