Chapter 2 on wards

John gazed upon the small village  of sheep herders. Maybe we could by some ragged wool coats for a disguise he thought and some juicy mutton. But that was riddled with doubts. Mary was lagging behind because John ran ahead picking every berry she had walked for five hours (which seemed like fifty). The rag tag duo hobbled to a waste pit grabbed some rotting mutton nibbled and slept with the sheep.