Okie In the EU
This poor little child. No shoes, barely any clothes, and very very skinny and scrawny. He can taste the sandstorm about to come his way. The feel of compacted, broken up sand on his feet. His thirst was quenched by the sweet and savory cactus juice. Nothing in sight for miles, the hot wind blowing on his steaming face. The sad boy will soon die and no one will remember him.