You are lying underneath a wagon, trying to find the smallest bit of comfort in the pile of hay you lay upon. As you lie down with your eyes closed, you hear a rustling sound, you open your eyes to see that a boy has lied down under the wagon as well. Startled, you take out the small knife you always carry and point it at him. “Get out! I have a blade.” You say, your hand shaking from fear.

The boy glances at the knife, then to you. “There’s room enough for two.” And he lays back down.