“Ishbi! Do not touch him!”
“Look, Shu. It’s just a statue.” Ishbi poked the prostrate figure.
“No statue looks like that. It’s got hair even.” Shu looked out the entrance of the cave nervously.
“It’s so realistic.” Ishbi got on his hands and knees to look at the face. “Someone must have tipped it over.”
“We need to leave. Tell Master.”
“And she’ll beat us for neglecting our chores,” Ishbi chided as he sat on his haunches.
“We are neglecting our chores!” Shu threw his hands up.
“Look at this. It’s like an injury.” Ishbi traced a long scar across the bare back of the figure.