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    As the sun slowly set on the river, the little kappa was busily cleaning up his stretch of riverside. Empty bottles, rusty tin cans, and more styrofoam boxes than one could count. As he bent over to pick a crumpled soda can, a little water spilt from his dish. The sight of the water dripping down his beak brought memories of older times. Back then,whenever people came to the river and whenever he tried to mess with them, they would always bow down. Being polite by nature, he would always bow in return (though this would spill the water out of his dish). Now, with the modernization of the world, the humans have begun treating the world lik