Chapter Three A Young Earth
Amara had legs and arms again. She turned back to where the light had been, but it was not there anymore. She looked around to see where she was. She was near the bank of a wide river, the Euphrates. Tall trees lined the bank with a grass plain rolling into the West and sandy dunes fading into the Eastern horizon.
They waded into the water and took of there animal skin tunics and threw them onto the bank. The cool water was a shock at first but was easy to get used to after a little while. It was waste deep and surprisingly clear due to the complete lack of pollution. Sleek silver fish swam around their ankles but mostly left them alone. Tall rushes lined the banks blocking them from the view of anyone passing by. An began to splash and play forgetting she had resisted this just moments before.
"Oh oh Amara! look! Look!" She pointed in the water and jumped up and down.
"What? What is it?"
"That fish is orange! Isn't it so pretty?"
"Yes, it is very beautiful." She leaned over to get a closer look at the fat fish.
"What kind is it?"
"That is a gold fish. They make really good pets."
"Pets? what is a pet?" She gave Amara a look of confusion.
"A pet is an animal that is a friend. Like and are pets."
"Oh, I don't think a gold fish would make a very good pet. It would have to stay in the water all the time and you could not play with it." She crossed her arms and made a face as the fish in question swam away.
"I guess it all depends on what kind of person you are what kind of pet is good for you."
"What kind of pet do you think is good for me, Amara?"
"I think a dog is good for you."
"I knew it!" she laughed. All was quite for a couple minutes, then Amara herd a rustling noise behind her. She whipped around ready to defend the small child she was with her.
"Cain!" He ducked back into the tall reeds.
"I am going to tell Ma ma!" Piped up An.
"Come on. An, you are clean." Amara moved toward the bank and their tunics.