The Banana Cutters, Alastair Macleod [always you kirsty moseley txt] 📗

"Joseph was not fond of the river. He was from a forest tribe – he feared the river god. It seemed so large and powerful, sliding darkly along. Tombe laughed at Joseph's fears - and dreams. Because one night Joseph had a dream; he dreamt the river god rose up and took Tombe away. Joseph awoke in a sweat, but on the bunk below him Tombe was safe.
The next day at break time Joseph took a small path out of the plantation into the nearby forest. The familiar forest sounds enveloped him – the singing of insect wings, the screeks and whistles of birds and the scuffling of leaves as a small mammal moved through the undergrowth"