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Augustus had spent all night looking for water for his household. He had already walked miles between streams but they had all dried up. It was the dry season you see and around this time, villagers would normally have to travel for miles just to find the streams that hadn't dried up.

Now there was an option and it was the Krokodil River however, it was dangerous and crocodile infested. Many have been known to be snapped away, torn to shreds by aggressive and hungry crocs. The worst part is you never see them coming. They could lie in wait under the muddy water, patiently waiting for you to get in a snappable position and wham! they grab, twist and turn as they tear you to shreds, swallow and digest. Certainly not a sight worth seeing talk less of experiencing.

Regardless of the risks, the villagers still needed water to survive and at some stage the risk will have to be taken. Tired and exhausted from hours of searching for a fresh stream, he staggered back home, slumped himself on to his mud and wood crafted bed and within minutes he was off to kookoo land, grabbing his night rest in preparation for another day of searching for a stream that hasn't yet dried out. It was clear that he was so tired because his family couldn't get any sleep. He was literally snoring like a warthog.