All of a sudden the waters became agitated. Xetal could feel them shudder against her palm. “Why do you feel anxious, Mother River?” Xetal asked. At first the river was silent. Xetal gently prodded again. “The sorrows of the rivers of the east have flowed into the ocean,” the Wicomico River sang mournfully in response. “But how can you know what the rivers of the east feel when you flow into the ocean from the west?” “All water flows into each other, my child. The liquid water on land into vapor in the air into clouds in the sky into rain falling down to the earth.” Xetal smiled. Yes, the rivers knew better than any other how interconnected the earth was.