"Do you know where Cac may be?" a tall gentlemen with a top hat asked. "I have no idea.... check... check in the tent," an old lady answered slurring her words. The tall gentleman can tell that she was drunk from her arrange smells of alcohol.

The old lady wore nothing but a bra and shorts that were made from bear skin. Her short brown hair had pieces of white strings mixed in it. You could tell she was old by a wrinkle crispy brown skin.

The tall gentleman went into the crowded tent where the music of drums echoed the most. For wooden walls the sounds sure did bounce off them pretty well. They were tables of food on both the far left and far right of the tent that have a wide opening.

In the middle was a large area where people are singing, eating, and dancing. In the center of the dancing crowd there was a young brown skinned man drinking and eating what seems like a turkey leg.

"Cac! CAC!" the tall gentleman yelled, moving closer into the crowd.

"CAC! CAC!"

Cac makes eye contact with the tall gentleman who had peached colored skin. "Oh! Boris!" he slowly made his way away from the crowd. Boris almost didn't notice Cac at first.

Cac looked like he grew out his fluffy hair which now flows on his shouldered. He wore deer skin as his t-shirt and knee low shorts. He came bare foot like the others he was surrounded by.

"Boris! What are you doing here? Long time no see," Cac happily gave Boris a bear hug.

"I've been busy but, I thought I should stop by for your 21st birthday party." Cac let go of Boris and began examining him.

"Why is he wearing such fancy clothing?" Cac thought to himself.

"So what have you been busy with?"

"Oh. I'm the owner of a car company that mass produce cars. I came here firstly to see you. Secondly I came to see if anyone would like to buy a car."

"Car? He's wearing a black suit with a red tie and an abnormal red hair color. From selling cars. Cars? As a kid Boris had no interest in business? Or even cars in general. All Boris cared about was catching fish to sell," Cac said to himself.

"I assure you everyone is fine with their feet and camels," Cac said with an half smile.

"I assure you that people will need a car to get places in this sacred desert. Just you wait! Cars will be the need transportation. I was thinking of introducing my cars to this land at the party. If you don't mind?"

For a moment the beat of the drums and the yelling of the natives got louder. Cac could feel his heart beating but not with the rhythm of the drums. For the first time that night he heard the wind from the rocks scream as they brushed pasted him.

"This is not going to end well," he thought.