“When building your house, son, make sure you’re higher up on the hill than your neighbours.”
Grah reflected on what his dad had said so many years before. With no plumbing in their village, it meant added labour in bringing water up to his hut, but he also knew that crap flows downhill.
For three decades now, Grah had been the king of the hill. When others came down with dysentry, he remained immune. He knew little of hygiene, but his dad had theorized that, “human waste causes much disease.”
Apparently, his new neighbour had received the same advice.
Written for Friday Fictioneers