Hiding in the woods a small figure looks and listens as the farmer dons his uniform,collects his musket from above the fireplace and hugs his wife and children farewell.The small figure remembers the farmer's politeness and frequent saucers of milk and with a heavy heart follows the farmer at a discrete distance until he sees him join with others soldiers marching towards the city. The farmer needs me reasons the small figure and he resolves to follow wherever it made lead...
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