You kicked at the dusty road beneath your feet as you walked home. You sighed, thinking about your situation. A few years ago, your father had been sent to fight Napoleon. At the time, your family had been afloat. But now, you’d fallen under hardship as he had died. As you walked, you noticed a large estate. It was surrounded by bushes full of berries and fruit. You were salivating at the mere sight.

Unbeknownst to you, Pierre was watching from his balcony as you snuck into his garden.