THE MASTER

The boy lay there wondering why his parents had left him in such a place, and why his family treated him the way they had been since his arrival. Then his mind drifted back to the fields where he was playing a game of find the stick, and he was winning so far, but his dream was interrupted when a big person came into his hut, which he was sharing with another 20 children, and started to throw them one by one out of their beds and onto the floor. The boy woke up with just enough time to embrace the impact of the hard rocky floor with his face.
‘Ooooh,’ he moaned as he sat up.
The big person stopped throwing people out of their beds and came back to the boy.
‘Do you have a problem Barney!?’ asked the big person, like he was about to breathe fire into the boys’ face.
‘U…u…u….u…n…n…no….o sir,’ stuttered the boy.
‘If you make another noise, boy, you will be spending the rest of your day digging out every strand of grass from this floor. Do you understand?’ and as he asked, he cracked a whip.
‘YES!’
‘Yes WHAT!!?’ and he whipped the boy.
‘SIR!” cried the boy.
‘Stop whining Barney.’
The big person walked away and continued to pull people out of their beds, whipped a few more children and then hustled them all out into the assembly area where every other child from every other hut in Red Nicson had also been hustled.