To him that hath, shall be given and from him that hath not, shall be taken even that which he hath. I read that in a book once. I think it’s from the Bible. Whoever wrote it understood what it was like to have nothing.
I’ve learned to fend for myself, once spending all my paper delivery money buying a rusty old rabbit trap at a market. I took it into the bush near our house and caught a feral rabbit. I brought it home and skinned it. It was nearly cooked by the time Mum arrived home. The smell was mouth-watering, but Mum was so upset I never did it again. I think she had visions of me turning into a serial killer. She didn’t even let me keep the pelt.
I tried to talk to Mum about it once, my dream being real. She said I had an over-active imagination and I should bring friends over more
