Trust

Dancing on the river bank is quite a pleasure. the shallow water brushing upon my toes, green grass swishing on my sole. Out of nowhere, I see an explosion in the meadow. As I wander closer and closer, I see an airplane crash on the field. an enthusiastic engineer waits by the plane with a coffee mug. I went up and talked to him. He said he had a brilliant, world-changing idea. He flew over here in a jiffy, trying to collect materials. He said someone tried to put bombs in his plane so it crashes down. His ally, a superficial clockmaker, died when the plane crashed. I asked him what was his idea. He said he couldn't tell a thing. Lost, alone, and hungry, I decided he should stay at my place. My grandpa was using a pasta strainer while looking for an important phone number lost. I introduced them, but my grandpa rather narrow eyed him, like crawfish. My grandpa said he was only into rich, succesful guests. The engineer said he was a buisness consultant, who had a world changing idea. My grandpa squeezed a bottle of lotion, my signal to run away. I didn't see what he meant by that, so I stayed. The engineer took out a gun, pointed it at me, and then shot. Never trust strangers.