--Are we sure we'll live to the end?-- Zandi asked doubtfully.
--Be quiet, even if it 's very much that I do not use it, we will not get hurt, I think, we must always keep the cenrte of the slide, staying in balance sitting down, it' s not difficult – Biko reassured.
--Yes, Zandi, the bed of the slide is made of sand and a sort of moss that allows you to slide without making us ache--
- Come on, I begin, come behind me, Zandi – Ima reassured.
But when she was about to position herself seated on the slide, about twenty meters far they heard a strange little noise and a dozen small birds flew up, the three looked in that direction, then Biko took the sword he had placed behind his back and intimated:
--Who is there? Let's see if you do not want to be killed --
But no sound and no resp
