The Sacrifice

We work up an appetite pushing through the Thicket’s endless growth. It is near dusk when we finally stumble upon a glade. In its centre, a lone lamb bleats forlornly; it has lost its mother.

As we gaze upon the pure white animal, our stomachs rumble. Roast lamb would make for a tastier supper than the biscuits in our packs. But to slay such a defenceless animal seems a crime in itself.