Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

he was no mind reader. God had not bestowed such a gift upon him.

regardless he saw the boy look upon him. no teeth met him, no mother crashed in to chase him.

this sheep had wandered away from his flock.

what path do you follow, boy?

he allowed the child to take it as literal or metaphorical as he wished. for the answer would reveal to bartholomew what kind of children these wolves raised.