A hushed conversation
“Isn’t that the same tree stump we passed twice before?”
“Not sure. Can’t tell one from another in the mist.”
Silence
“Greta, should we call out father’s name?”
“Han! We have been over that before. He isn’t coming. You heard mother last night, didn’t you?”
“She was just complaining about the lack of food…”
“And too many mouths to feed!”
“Then, why didn’t they send us to the king? We could have worked as slaves or something.”
“Because then, they would have to give us food for the way and money for the ride. It beats the whole point.”
Silence
“I’m scared.”
“Me too.”
“And hungry.”
“I’m so hungry, I can smell gingerbread.”
“Me too.”
Silence
“Do you remember what old Rabbi told about the witch house made of gingerbread?”
“He’s senile.”
“I hope he’s right. I would rather be eaten than starved.”
Silence
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