Haunted Wood well it’s a mad world, it made me crazy

no, he protested, nuh-uh. famine enjoyed the momentary distraction, but he had important things to do. why couldn't they eat it here, where he could keep looking? he (really, really) didn't want to turn down santiago's offer, but conquest needed him.

famine took another look at the squirrel and allowed a trail of slobber to drip from his mouth. it did look good; he took one step forward, then stepped back with a whine. and before santi could make more demands, he turned to walk away.