“We absolutely exist!” the little crystalline form said, looking at Barsha’s face defiantly. “Who else do you think run the affairs of the oceans and rivers and lakes? Ghosts?”
Barsha could barely stop her grin that almost looked like the infamous Cheshire cat grin, ear to ear, or may be Grinch grin. Wait till she captures this creature and shows her to mom.
“Don’t even dream about that!” the creature laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“Capturing me for your show and tell project little girl!” the form went back to river and disappeared.