"What up with the people nowadays, the orphans seem to grow on trees.", the man wondered. Yet, he agreed to the answer "Well, the allure of love no one can oppose.". Both men were talking in a big room with two windows to the South and East. Two shelves packed with books, about one-tenth ever been read, existing with the sole reason to give a cultured impression. Also a wooden desk, which had many decorative traits, having cost a fortune with a corresponding chair. Also, the room contained two paintings on the grey stone wall. The first man who spoke standing in front of the desk and the other sitting behind in the chair.
"So, about the new kid we brought in today, what name will he get?" one asked. "Monat, I'm so tired of giving names… I'll give him yours, his name shall be Monat!" the other one responded annoyed. "Ranbert, come on man, what's going on? You seem to be very stressed. But it gives me an idea, his name will be Mane", the one with the name of Monat responded with plainly showing false concern. "You just laugh…" answered Ranbert.
With that, the name of the boy was decided and added to the records of the orphanage. A place filled with hope and care where the maids did the best they could for the kids. Having in mind the delicate nature of the children of the age of 5 and under.
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The orphanage was a place for children of the streets. Its reputation was very high among the population of the region. It never had requested money, very to the liking of the wealthy men. Always respectful to visitors and the care showed to kinds was very obvious. Never had an incident of child abuse or similar. Even doe it seemed it had a good reputation, some rumors were spreading among the housewives and some bored people. For the first, the children brought in couldn't be older than one and a half years, something no outsider knew how to detect, but the response of the orphanage was always correct. The other aspect was the money, the orphanage was thrifty, but even so, the amount spent was big, especially the nutritive food and care tools, so it was wondered where the money came from. And lastly, they only housed children up to five years old. Curious however was that no child was ever seen again in the region with an age above five. Supposedly given to foreign people.
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Yet all of this didn't matter to Mane, the 1-year-old child. For in his mind his only concern was his hunger, but the problem presented itself in the form of nighttime. Everybody slept already, but he had hunger. So going by some instinctual reasoning along the lines of ‘I cry, I attention… I attended, I cry, I food… I food, I no hunger', of course properly translated to readable words. So, with great determination, he yelled as loud as he could, believing in the power of his knowledge. Already seeing his meal, his hope was shattered and followed by his crying. Because he had awoken the whole orphanage and every child started to cry. Which of course led to one conclusion: ‘Everybody cry, everybody attention, I no attention…'.
Lucky for the children, the maids were handpicked kindly ladies. The Headmaster Ranbert and his colleague Monat having prepared for this occasion. The whole plan had a single flaw that was consciously hidden by the culprits. And that was, the cooks didn't have this kindness, therefore the children almost never received good tasting food and their protest was responded with lectures about gratefulness. Of course because of the good pay they stayed. This game continued for the next 3 and a half years for Mane. The never-ending patience of the maids, maybe maintained by the good money, and the never-ending vengeance of the cooks, maybe maintained because of the money.
Yet, it all ended the day a 10 of the 45 children had reached or passed the threshold of 5 years.