“Sweet water, oh, sweet sweet water you beautiful, unattainable…” Sada squinted. He turned his head to look at the pool with one eye. He bent down to sniff in, then dipped his nose in, throwing his head back when he inhaled and choked on it. “WATER!” He croak-screeched, slurping up the delicious, wondrous, cool, crisp, refreshing, perhaps-not-a-mirage of water! Delicious, delicious water. Even his knife did not ache while he indulged in this beverage. He considered himself dunkable, like a donut. He jumped in and splashed around, wincing every so often with the tightness of his shoulder. He started to feel kind of awful. Being a creature that did not know about donuts or medical practice, he did not know that dehydrated people shouldn’t consume as much water as they possibly could as soon as they could. He collapsed on the hot sand, half-submerged, wailing. ”Cursed be thee, foul water! Thou hast forsaken me, a faithful servant of your master, moon god among men! FUCK you!” He sobbed, though no tears could sprout from his parched eyelids. ”Fuck you, stupid water - ow - fuck you…”
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