William and the Indian
A man named William was slapping his face that was swelling from all those mosquito bites. He had heard that this trip to the Americas was going to be tough, but it seemed unfathomable to be this rough.
He loved the freedom though. He had a fairly large territory. On his first year, he had a big drought. He sent letters to his company and his associate did likewise so they could go back. It happened to be that their business incorporated with another and they were unaware of their desperate situation and forgot about them.
The coworker went back. He offered William a ride home to England. When William refused, he declared him paranoia and told him he would tell all the other workers how unreliable he was. "Furthermore," he concluded, "you ought to be locked up in an asylum."
Even though he liked it here, the temptation for the conveniences at large cities. Strange, but he could hardly would not stop remember the pleasures there.
I guess I live in a world that in England would seem bizarre. He then remembered that there was a part of land he didn't explore. His partner did and said there was a very majestic waterfall there. He wanted to see that.
He walked through the trail recklessly and suddenly he stumbled on a huge root. Soon his ankle was the size of London. Thank goodness he had emergency supplies.
He felt eyes were watching him all the time. It often gave him the chills. He tried to think that they were animals, but he somehow knew this was wrong.
Finally he did see the person who was watching him. He was Indian and looked at William curiously. Usually he sized up his opponents or people who seemed threatening, but in his condition he stayed sitting down in the mud. He was really dirty and wished he had some items that could sanitize. The Indian vanished furtively while William shouted back to him and the sounds resonated throughout the forest.