Forest Dweller
The man stops short.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
"Adam."
"That doesn't answer my question. Why are you dressed like a fairy?"
"I always dress this way."
"Weirdo." The man replies. "Well what did you mean, keepsake? Looks like a normal rock to me. But we're taking it for fun." For fun? You feel the shame of being a human rising back to you. You think as quick as you can.
"My mother... died on that rock. It's special to me."
"Why hasn't it even been dented when we were shooting it for so long? Are you hiding something from us, boy?" Boy? You're 17 years old. Yet you suppose you ARE a boy, compared to them.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
"Adam."
"That doesn't answer my question. Why are you dressed like a fairy?"
"I always dress this way."
"Weirdo." The man replies. "Well what did you mean, keepsake? Looks like a normal rock to me. But we're taking it for fun." For fun? You feel the shame of being a human rising back to you. You think as quick as you can.
"My mother... died on that rock. It's special to me."
"Why hasn't it even been dented when we were shooting it for so long? Are you hiding something from us, boy?" Boy? You're 17 years old. Yet you suppose you ARE a boy, compared to them.