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.