Zarahan

*he works out in the field, finally planting the last seed. He walks over to his employer, a greedy fat man who lives all alone.* I’m done with work, can I have my pay? *his employer tells him to come back bright and early tomorrow and hands him a small copper coin* thank you sir *Zarahan rushes home, stopping by the alley near the bakery to dig through their trash. Luckily, he found a fairly clean piece of burnt bread in the trash. He snatched it and ran home to the small town house*