Great Bear Wilderness umntu ngumtu ngabantu

the minutes were passing by while the two of them waited (in vain) for the fly to make its appearance. the girl stepped closer so anathi stepped back to keep a respectful distance, though his ear remained pressed almost flush to the meat.

she spoke and he understand (somewhat). working? she'd asked, to which anathi replied, werk. the fly was almost out but something was keeping it from escape. 

finally, after a very frustrating waiting period, anathi huffed and sat back up. he turned to the girl and shook his head solemnly because no, it did not werk.