These bones are dry.
These bones are cracking in the dusty desert air.
These bones are thirsty.
These bones are moving they are scraping their sand-worn edges towards something.
It is alive and warm and full of liquid.
It walks faster than they but begins to wear out just as they had before.
It stumbles and the liquid begins to dry up
These bones need to act fast to preserve the liquid to drink it all deep down.
These bones remember what it was like to be alive and how the alive think.
These bones separate, divide and conquer.
These bones have laid out a trap for the alive and it walks unaware.
It is still walking, still full of liquid though that is lessening by the minute.
It is heading right for them and they are eager.
It falls through their trap and into them and they are no longer thirsty.
These bones are full of liquid.
These bones are still not sated.
These bones have more to join them.
These bones are new and fresh and thirsty just like the others.
It wasn't alone before it became them.
It remembers where it was going and how full of liquid there will be.
It is leading them to a city and they are all so thirsty.
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