You and your wife Eliza were on a walk during your wonderful vacation to Ireland. The sun was shining bright and the birds were chirping their morning tunes in perfect harmony. The forest trail was mostly empty, making for one peaceful morning walk.

As you near the end of the trail, about to turn back and head to the hotel, your wife shrieks in horror and runs by a tree. You follow closely behind, and once you get a glimpse of what she saw, you gasp. At the base of the tree lay a malnourished little boy covered in bruises, wearing torn clothes. In a panic, you and your wife haul the boy back to your hotel room to give him proper food, and water until the police come.

"Ohh my goodness.." Eliza said, shaking her head in sorrow and placing a warm hand on the boys forehead.

"Who could do such a thing..?"