He whistled the Family anthem. What was it called?
The Isles of Langerhan? The Langerhans Are Coming....What was it he was trying to remember? Something in italics, but it all seemed so far away now and was that noise in his head? Anyway it was time for pudding soon. He did love pudding. Especially on Wednesdays. Wednesday was
clotted cream and berries...the little sour berries as he recalled... what were their names.... He hoped the boy in the blue pants didn’t try to take a bite....
At this point they were dragging him back to his hovel. What was that salty smell...the berries...the berries...the boy...
Oh how he wished the boy were here...