She held the paper-thin stone in her hand

She held the paper-thin stone in her hand firmly. Putting her weight onto her right knee, she readied herself, imagining the way it would skip easily across the

lake. It's hard for one person to estimate the number of skips they will achieve when throwing a small stone across some water, however, she was very precise in her prediction.

She watched as the stone jumped, mesmerized by the water rippling out from each point of contact, slowly disappearing as they moved further away from their starting point.

She couldn't help but think it was a perfect metaphor for her life. Skipping from place to place, leaving ripples in her wake. She wondered where and when she would finally sink

. Then, without warning, she sank. Looking down, she realized that she was already up to her waist in quicksand. "I really should have paid attention to where I was walking."

Fortunately, the quicksand wasn't that deep. She stopped sinking at about neck-deep. Now that the mortal danger was gone, it was actually kinda relaxing. She began to doze off.

She woke to see the natives dragging her off to their camp which was confusing because they took her to the city and up to a five story hotel.

their twerking was amateurish. Sure enough they were completely upstaged by the bizarre gyrations of a bird of paradise and the sychronized ballet by a pair of black-necked grebes.