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.
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