“Aren’t you hungry?”

It is lunchtime now. I left Tom by the riverbank and threw knives at flying pigeons in the forest. 

Tom inhales the aroma of the barbequed pigeon. 

“Do I look like I’m in a mood to eat!” yells Tom. 

He is frustrated that we are by the riverbank instead of the lake. It is not time to head to the pasture yet. It is still hours until sunset. By the time we arrived by the river bank, Tom’s face ...