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The man took sight ahead, the night had fallen, he was but a shadow, camoflauged in the deep darkness of the night.

"This look like the perfect spot.." He mumbled.

He Removed the shovel from his bag and began digging the hole, many minutes passed, the outside of the town gate had now a large hole at its feet.

"Perfect.."

The figure ran off into the darkness of the night

A few days later, darkness filled the atmosphere once more. The figure approached the hole, he dropped the buckets.

"And now.."

He took one bucket at a time, back and forth to the river he went, pouring it into the hole, untill it was completely filled.

He looked down at the hole, then up the gate doors. The hole was now filled with water, directly outside the gate.

The figure giggled and ran off into the darkness of the night.

A dark, clocked figure, watches the man from the darkness of the night. He is so well mend in the shadows, that it is impossible to see him.

"Good intentions." - whispers to himself as he watches him.

Waits until the man leaves and then slowly walks towards the water filled hole in the ground.

"Let me give you a hand" - whispers to himself again and throws a snake into the water after which he mends with the shadows again.