<Sasry's Media Universe:>
One day, Sasry, managed to influence her community (As Danay did in the novel: Ideas for Daydreaming).
He composed a "prophetic" story which he narrated in his 3R show:
After That Summer... (2019)
The sea is seen in stillness!!!? No longer able to raise high waves!!!?
Plunged in nostalgia: For the absence, of vacationers? Because of the Covid-19
The praises of the surfers, are, each time, more and more scarce?
Being, few, the flashes, in the absence of selfies of tourists.
Because of the waves loaded with human waste:
They hit a talented young man, "great acrobat on his surfboard"; which, ended, with a cut eyebrow, by the impact of a bottle, Thrown, negligently into the sea.
For the occasion of drinking, under the sun, and; until the moon set.
To slow fire. Dancing to weed.
By hollow idea or reason that breaks.
In turn, certain beings of the sea, had, similar fate:
Craby. A dancing crab: Beach tourist; with laughing eyes, and lips of celebration?
To whom, "A bottle was embedded, on his shell".
Guarson. "The friendly canine, friend of strangers." One day, while strolling through the streets of the city of Chincha, in the Ica Region, he ate spoiled food.
He ate spoiled food: "Exposed to chemical reactions". Are there inedible toilet bottles?
Are there rivers, whose waters receive mining waste? and with these waters, farmers irrigate their crops?
Since then, the foamy drool comes out of his mouth every time something upsets, angers or saddens him.
Chimpy. Whose descendants, is native, of the White Island; in the Bay of Chimbote. Who: When rummaging, among, the drains of shipyards and metallurgies, of factories that use chemicals, of factories that emanate toxic gases, of fishmeal factories....
Something suddenly grabbed his neck. And just as he was about to scream: - Calling for help-
His great orator's great beak, Was fastened to a can opener. Absent: His voice!
And his newsy counsels.
...Some time later: Craby, the "dancing" crab. After an exotic dance,
He fell asleep! Craby, sleeping at ease, among mosses and rocks.
Suddenly, he was hit from behind by a semi-transparent object...!
That compacted on his body. To his regret, the problem lies: "In that, he took it as a sign".
And he set out to look for: "A cap" The complement of the bottle....
You don't mind the discomfort, do you? By the pressure of the plastic object, Craby: He was smiling!? For there was: Conceived, a goal?
A 3R purpose! In his marine existence.
His friends, joined him: Chimpy.
The pelican, lookout: "Through binocular eyes".
And, Guarson. The dog, guide: "With a hunter's nose"; and, with barnyard fleas.
All believe: "If they find the lid, the object, would regain: life; and, consequently, leave: the body of the Craby crab."
- End-.
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