The fish were almost done now and Ama and Ferd stepped back and looked at their master piece. Ama was just about to say something when she was interrupted by a cry coming from behind Ferd.
“We have found a guide, we have found a guide,” yelled Rosie running up to the fire, her face ginning. “Look there he is, his names old Bill, he’s very nice!” she sat her self down next to Ama and waited for their approval. But again before they could say anything, “Oh, you have fish!”
“Yes, we do, would you like some?” asked Ferd.
“Y…”but Rosie was cut off be Ama.
“How do we know we can trust him? Are you sure he is loyal?”
“Yes, yes he is,” she said her starving eyes looking hungrily at the fish.
Old Bill had now reached then and they introduced themselves politely and then they sat down around the fire. Old Bill was quite clean, so in Ama’s mind this meant he was trustworthy, how wrong she was. And apart from the scowl on his face she started to like him.
“Just a few moments and Olo and Penny should return and we can eat!” smiled Ferd, so they waited.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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