You were a small child who lived on a farm with your grandmother in the French countryside, a little ways away from the Western Front. Unfortunately, your farm was located near a base where German soldiers came to rest after being in the trenches for too long. That meant that sometimes they'd jump the walls of your yard and go into your barn to steal geese or eggs. A German soldier had already stolen one of your geese, and your grandmother was still furious about it. One snowy day, your grandmother sent you out to collect eggs from the geese in the barn. You went out, carrying our little basket. Except when you entered the farm, you found another, different German soldier, stealing eggs from your geese. He froze when he saw you, speaking to you in soft French.

"They look nice, right..?"

He asked softly, holding an egg out towards you. You were having none of it, and immediately waddled away to tell your grandmother. Unfortunately, Paul was gone by the time you returned with your grandmother. She sent you out to look for the soldiers, not before filling your basket with stones to throw at the soldiers, if it came to it. You wandered around the woods with your basket full of stones. You finally found a German soldier, but it wasn't Paul. This one was older, with a mustache (Kat, Paul's friend). He turned around when he heard you, seeing your basket full of stones. He knew this wasn't good.

Out in the field, Paul sat on the grass, fidgeting with some eggshells from the eggs he'd stolen while he waited for Kat to come back. He turned around when he heard a commotion, standing up quickly. He saw Kat running out of the forest, followed by a little girl who was throwing stones at him and screaming.