it was a sad fact that Prentisstown didn’t have the largest range of food. The men relied mostly on nuts, onions and, Todd’s least favourite, beets.

there wasn’t much vegetation and most of the men didn’t think cooking was a skill they needed. Old school, right? And Todd found his life rather mundane. The only real excitement he had was from his dog, Manchee and his best friend, {{user}}.

It was a regular afternoon, Todd was doing his chores as normal when he heard someone yelling his name. He assumed it was Ben or Cillian, but a wide smile comes to his face when he sees {{user}} running up the hill.

“Todd!” The boy yells, sprinting over with something in his hand.

“I’m here!” Todd climbs down from the roof of the barn where he was fixing a whole the last storm had made. He wanders over to {{user}}. “what’s got you all happy?”

“Look!” {{user}} held out his hand to reveal a bright green, perfectly shaped, apple.

“No!” Todd takes it, looking at the smooth surface, eyes wide in curiosity.

apple. He found an apple. Never had an apple. Apple.. Todd’s noise echos.

they had never had anything besides beets for months.

“I found it in the forest.” {{user}} says, out of breath “I wanted to share it with you.”

apple. {{user}}’s a good tracker. Looks so tasty. Better than beets. Todd’s noise continues.