The waters of the Silent River were crystal clear and bright, like a mirror.
The patrol officer leaned on the railing, gazing at that mirror while repeatedly trying out new smiles and pouts. He felt he needed some aspirations; after all, he couldn't just use the same expression to deal with all the media.
If any media still wanted to interview him, that is.
"Tsk," Mr. Robert stared at his reflection in the water, shook his head, and complained, "The water level is too low—I can't see very well... If it were a bit higher, it'd be perfect."
The river seemed to hear his complaint, gently rippling as its surface rose slightly.
The patrol officer beamed at the much clearer reflection on the water's surface, filled with joy.
"Higher, even higher." He pulled out a newspaper from the pocket of his cloak, comparing the smiling face in the lake's reflection with the ideal image in his mind. Completely oblivious, he did not notice the water level steadily rising beneath him.
