Momi bi sahajya kale. Kabat khula thila. Momi kahile kabat banda kari de. Mu kabat banda kala belaku dekhili Didi sidere thia hei dekhuchanti. Mu khal... tike hasi dei momi ku kahili “thauna didi soi padilani”Ohh tu banda karideunu.Nai didi sandheha kariba.Thau kahi momi pakhaku asi basili. Momi godo mu chandi dei jangha ku hatare ghasili. Bia bala ku hatare ghasili. Jangha ku tike adei bia ku dekhili. Momi hasi hasi mo munda ku jangha upare chapi dele. Mu momi godo ku tani jangha maghire munha. . This is what they discovered or at least what recognized them.Silence that is all it new. It awoke to something different, entities giving chase to four prey but dying. It was intrigued as it watched and recognized the prey. 'Humans clad in protective suits' was its thought and then it remembered that it was formally human, and chose to protect these prey. It would be human again. It began to bring them to it. It also began to listen to learn about them."Dammit, how do they know where we. “You look great,” I said, stepping back and gorging myself with her beauty. She was small framed, but long limbed, tanned, athletic. She wasn’t fashion-magazine gorgeous, but she had a perky, girl-next-door quality that I just could not resist. “Relax,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. “I can’t,” she said with the same laugh. “I am so nervous…..” “There’s no reason to be nervous,” I said. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” “I hope. “Is that really Cousin Izzie?” Burt gasped as we followed at a discreet distance keeping bushes and foliage between us. Lucky seemed in his element prancing and enjoying the intriguing smells. Eventually they reached the lake where she soon found an old tree stump someone had shaped into a seat, took out a small blanket from her hamper and arranged it on the stump,so she could half sit and lounge on it. We now watched from behind some leafy trees surprisingly near though whether Lucky smelled.