75 An Age-Old Truth

The tasks were quickly divided. None of the villagers felt confident after the impromptu attack of the huge mutant boar, so Malia herself did not have the heart to separate them.

Fetching water or logging were supposed to be straightforward tasks, but how could they be sure that a giant water monster even worse than the boar wasn't lurking in the lake? Half of the villagers were Earthlings, and they had watched enough wildlife documentaries not to make that mistake. They didn't want to become that gazelle that was inadvertently eaten by a crocodile while trying to drink from a waterhole.

As for the forest, it went without saying. The boar had come out of it and if there was one, then there were more.