“Aren't you hungry?"
It is lunchtime now. I left Tom by the riverbank and threw knives at flying pigeons in the forest.
Tom inhales the aroma of the barbequed pigeon.
“Do I look like I'm in a mood to eat!" yells Tom.
He is frustrated that we are by the riverbank instead of the lake. It is not time to head to the pasture yet. It is still hours until sunset. By the time we arrived by the river bank, Tom's face was dilapidated.
Then, furrows his eyebrows as he hears the sound of the river. He sniffs the familiar smell that he took this morning and yesterday.
It has been six hours after his first scream that woke me up here this morning. He is now in an even worse condition than Lim Tow was yesterday. Lim's body was red. Tom's body has swollen up and resembles a large tomato.
