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It’s the first time in his life that

Kristof has ever seen his grandfather so

helpless. Cursing when he could barely walk

to the dinner table and slipping in the process

knocking over Kristof’s plate causing it to

smash. Mas Errol had apologized and given

Kristof his plate refusing to eat no matter how

much Miss Mazie and Kristof begged him to,

he then left the dinner table to go rest.

The memory brought an ache to his chest

and his worry spread to if his grandfather

would lose his foot.

It was a chilling thought that raked

shivers down his spine. “Dee Baba can help”,

came a gruff voice. Kristof looked way from

the pigs, turning his head left, right then left

again. “Down here boy”, the voice came

again. Kristof looked to the side of the pen

wondering if it was his friend Clive trying to

play tricks on him.” Inna the pen bwoy” the

voice came again more pronounced this time.