You start to walk around the park, and quickly with a good dose of brashness, you find yourself playing tag.
The kids every now and then need to have a break: you don't.
The kids sweat. You don't.
The kids do speak a bit of English, since it's apparently compulsory in their school to learn it together with French, Dutch and German.
There are a few dogs, but they don't bark at you. Sure, they do tend to sniff and pull in your direction, but it's more of a...hungry gleam? What are they, Zombie-eating?
What you do realize after taking your time in 'hide and seek' is that around the bush you have hidden yourself in, the ants are pooling on your body and...dying. They reach your bare ankle, and there they suddenly walk a bit, fall stiff on their back, and die.
The same thing can be said for the shrubbery actually: the tip of the plant is slowly turning yellowish and you could swear that the small kid you 'caught' at tag three to four times has a now much worse cough than before.
While this is all great and good, you realize 'Thomas' one of the kids, is coming closer to your hiding hole.
You could try and bring him in and bite him, or maybe wound him or try and 'strangle' him a bit to see if you've got some sort of Death Touch or things like that. Or you could just keep playing until the afternoon gets late and the night starts to fall...
Your choice