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The hours meandered past like slow unhurrying snails. At last Johnny’s head dropped onto his jacket. He was snuggling his jacket to gain some warmth as the chilly breeze filled the atmosphere. His breathing became slower, deeper. He slept. But the boy didn’t sleep: that would not have done; for he had to keep guard. They had no time to get caught now. The responsibility was his. He was the elder. This was how it always had been, as far back as he could remember. Always he had been a big brother to Johnny. The big brother who would look out for him, teach him everything he could, and even protected him from anyone or anything harmful. Now that they were lost - somewhere in the middle of an unknown village - the weight of his responsibility was greater than ever. A wave of tenderness welled up inside him. Always i had big-brothered him; now it was my time to father him as well. For a while he sat staring into the darkness; the darkness was warm, thick and almost tangible. The only light was from the small barn yard houses and he knew that the lights would be off soon. Soon his mind became utterly blank. The day’s events had been too overwhelming; had drawn on him too heavily. The rhythmic beat of the small boy’s slumber came to her lullingly now. Gradually his breathing fell in step with his brothers. The whisper of water drops came to her like the croon of a lullaby. His eyelids drooped and closed, fluttered and closed again. Soon he was fast asleep. In the darkness of the village a lumbering pig creeped out of his den. His large stumpy body forced a way trough the mud; his long snout ploughing trough the mud for more food. Suddenly he stopped: sniffed: his nose dilated. He followed the new strange scent. Soon he came ... ... middle of paper ... ...hey had to find a place to stay. So they began knocking on village doors. No one would take these poor boys in. Humiliating them by mocking them as if they didn’t know what they were saying. They had tried everyone in the village except two houses. Everyone so far had laughed or insulted the poor boys saying stuff like “get out you little tramps” and other insults which would bring any person down. But these boys kept trying, they had something special and they deserved better. They tried the first house. A pause as they knocked. No answer. They tried the last house they knocked and a old man wearing torn farm clothes opened the door. Adam asked the old man “can we stay in here?” he told the old man the story and told him how no one else had let them in just because they were poor. The man let them stay with him and gave them a bite to eat. They were safe for now.

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