Post by fissurepelt on May 20, 2008 17:17:01 GMT -8
As the young tom walked through the forest, he couldn't help but think of his family. He had missed them but never told anyone what he felt like. Though he didn't show it, he still thought about it quite often. He would think that he would get over it but he couldn't. Firewood walked on not knowing where he was ging through the brush not seeing what he was doing.