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As he made his way through the village after a hard day’s work, he saw a few of the women finding excuses to be in their front yards as he passed by. They smiled and waved, encouraging him to stop for a while. Gripp kept moving, smiling, and waving but not accepting any invitations. When he reached his home, there were quite a few kids gathered on the lawn, waiting for him. When they saw him approaching, they ran to him, dozens of small feet tapping out a stampeding rhythm as they charged to greet him. “Gripp! Where are we going today?” “Are we going to play baseball?” “No, basketball! That’s my favorite.” “Could you show us how to set snares?” “Or hunt for tigers?” Gripp quieted the group, smiling as he observed how happy and relaxed the children were. They had no fear of working i
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