The Butcher

The boy said he had come for some sausage for his mother’s stew. What fine sausage for simply a stew that could be hunted rabbit meat! “How old are you, young man? Do you not have any parents to guide you? Are your brothers and sisters alone, as well? You do not have any peoples among you. How come you are so alone? Do you know what you are doing out here? May I help you home?” But the little boy said that he grew tired of my questions, so he left me alone, and I had started to wonder who the questions were really for.