The Quest of the Nile


The Quest of the Nile
By Sylvie and Friends

Ahhotep was awakened by the brisk wind, beckoning to her. She buried her toes in a mountain of moist mud. She had been lying on the solid ground for the past two hours. A thick layer of dirt had encrusted itself on Ahhotep's skin. As she pulled herself up onto her dirty feet she banged her head on a low branch.

I forgot that was there, Ahhotep thought, as she rubbed the soon to be bruise. 

She knew that never in this life, or the afterlife, would her mother let her into their home when she was this disheveled-looking. Maybe I could sneak in through the back door, Ahhotep contemplated. 

As all these thoughts were piling through her heart, she heard the splattering and spitting of the nearby Nile River.

The intense flooding season had started last week, and the river seemed like an ocean. There were strict rules about children under the age of twelve even going near the river. Perhaps I can get away with just one short dip, only to wash off

Ahhotep knew it was wrong, but it would be worth it ...

She trotted over to the river that seemed to be splashing around secrets.

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