Another day, another new place to explore. This time, Greta was determined to find something far more cheerful for them to do. So off to the village they would go. Perhaps they might find something delicious to eat or a new toy for Ezra.
“Are you ready?” He nodded once. “Then off we go on another adventure!” He ran ahead of her, arms splayed wide: an airplane soaring through a field of wildflowers.
The path to the village wound around a few farms. The area was becoming more populated as displaced persons from the war struggled to find places to live. A steady stream clogged the roadways with refugees and vehicles alike.
On their way, Ezra occasionally stopped to point out clouds or gather a flower or two. They kicked stones along their path, having a contest to see whose traveled the fa
