Huntress Diana
The man left his catch of fish left beside his wife and child, and climbed over the dam wall, picking his way down to a green pool below the overhanging branches of the riverine trees. The pool was still, one bank low and bleeding into shallow water, the others steeper, partly surrounded by jagged rocks and sharp stones. The crocodile was nowhere to be seen.
He walked down to the edge and bent over, dipping his arms into the water to scrub off the filth. The sludge came off, muddying the water as he washed, unaware of the danger lurking
