Six year old Zack sat on his stool to eat a breakfast his father made for him.

His father sat across from him as he ate his lamb. He looked at his son and smiled.

The boy looked up at him in wonder. "What are we doing TODAY, Pa?"

The father set his form down and gazed at Zack. "Well son, we are going out of town to do more fishin'."

"Marlin?" Zack asked him.

The father shook his head and pointed his finger. "SHARK!" He said with an upbeat attitude.

The boy smiled happily as he ate his leftover lamb stew. The father smiled too, until suddenly, he heard pounding on the door. Immediately, he raced over to grab his spear and braced himself.

Zack looked over at the door with worry. He then looked at his father.

The father opened the door, and there stood a heavy man with a big mustache. He was wearing a leather-made apron, and heavy boots. Besides the man stood a boy, the same age as Zack. The young boy looked up at Zack's father in terror.

The boy had short, curly hair and tan skin. He wore dusty rags. The little boy panted as he looked up from Zack's father to the man, who grabbed hold of his neck collar.

Zack's father sighed in relief. The man then began to speak as he rubbed his neck. "Sorry to bother ye, but I've found this kid scuffling through baked goods at the market. He thought he could get away with it, but he explained to me that he has no money or family..."

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Zack then curiously ran to join in the conversation.

The curly haired boy looked at him and smiled nervously. Both Zack and his father exchanged glances. The man continued.

"Anyway, we, I was just wondering if you know a good place for him?"

Zack's father smiled and looked at his son. "Would you like him to stay with us?"

"LIVE with us?" Zack said with excitement. His father chuckled and looked at the man.

"He'll have his place here."

The curly haired boy gasped.

"REALLY?"

Zack ushered him inside, and the curly haired boy ran in.

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Zack and his father packed up food for the road, while the other boy looked around the cozy place in amazement. Zack looked at the boy.

"I'm Zack, what's YOUR name?"

The boy looked at him nervously. "M - Matthew." He answered with wide eyes. Zack smiled.

"Nice to meet you!"

The boy, known as Matthew, laughed nervously. Zack's father then comes into the small living section, and looks down at Matthew.

"Are you hungry?"

Matthew nodded his head repeatedly. Zack's father then had him go sit down at the small table, and fixed him the remainder of lamb stew. He then grabbed an apple, rubbed it on his chest, and gave it to the boy. The boy scarfe down every bite of the apple and stew. The father even poured him a glass of milk. Matthew drained the beverage in one gulp. Zack's father smiled with glee.

"That milk is from my good friend. She owns a few goats and a couple o' cows...I always tell her the milk is best in the land!"

Matthew smiled. "She - gives milk away?"

Zack's father chuckled. "She sells them for coin."

"Oh."

Suddenly, Zack walks in to break up their conversation. "Everything's ready, Pa!"

Zack's father nodded. Matthew looked at them curiously. "Wh - where are we going?"

"We're going to fish. We got a horse and a carriage that will take us to the next town."

Matthew looked at Zack. "Are you guys going to sell them for coin?"

Zack nodded.

Matthew giggled. "Cool! So what are we fishing for?"

"Shark." Zack replied.

The father then gathered up the boys, tools and food for the trip. Then they all left town

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