Mout. Hey, you nearly hit my eye. What are you trying to do? Blind me?
Daja. I didn’t consider that, but thinking about it, it would be a bonus.
Mout. What is wrong with you? Stop throwing rocks at me. If you’re going to throw anything at me, think bigger, like pillows or bean bags.
Daja. You have become my personal devil. Every year, I set some time to throw stones at my devil.
Mout. I’ve never been a part of someone’s belief system before. Watch it, you almost got the other eye.
Daja. You’re so evil. These stone are too good for you.
Mout. Good good, go and find something sharper. I think I'll catch a bus to a warm and sunny place.
End. Rocks to Sand