The man at the gate didn't speak but repeatedly swung his hands vertically open and shut, then tapped his hand on his heart. But the boatman said in 30 years he'd never seen a crocodile do to man what he's read and seen men do to other men on the news.
The fireflies were brilliant like christmas trees under a star studded sky. The tender lapping of waves along the side of the sampan on a silent night made me wish I was a fish. But then I'd have to eat the pretty flies.
I'm Inspktor.
But you can call me 'Sir'.
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