Satúm climbed down from the tree he had been enjoying his lunch in. Chewing his final bite he jumped the last two meters, touching down with a soft grunt.
He stood up and stretched his back, looking around. What a beautiful afternoon this was, a nice day with nothing important to do. nothing at all..
Satúm froze in his tracks, realizing what he had forgotten.
'Curse my mind!' he shouted, jumping to a sprint. Satúm ran down the hill, towards the paved road leading to the temple.
'Curses, curses curses!' he shouted another few times 'Not only too late, but what do I bring to please the Gods?!'
Satúm reached the road at full sprint, almost falling over some loose pavement.
He stopped for a moment feverishly digging his hands deep into his pockets.
'Please please please let there be something.'
A lump of bread, a few colored beads, some polished pebbles, there had to be something more valuable.
Satúm dug a little deeper, but then gave up.
'Curses!' he screamed one final time, and continued his run towards the temple.
Maybe he would find something on the road.
'I wish I could give my forgetful mind..' he grinned to himself