Human

It presses my head on the ground. “No chance in hell, you have”, it says with a devilish grin. “You will see”, I answer. “Ah, and what exactly would that be. That thing I will see”, the grin is still on. “You far underestimate. By far. Your assessment ist off. By several miles.” Its grin disappears. Pressure on my head intensifies. “What in the world should this be!”

It gets nervous, I can feel. “Tell me!”, it shouts.

“Human,” I say.