~*~Chapter three~*~

The man and his llama slip from the household and journey on, still searching for food. They travel on hour apon hour, through thorns and thickets, with sweat pouring down there faces. He was about to give up hope when in the distance he saw a small orchard.

"Apples! At last!" screams the man with excitment.

He and his llama grab two each and begin to chop down.

"Hey!" Yells an old voice "Those are my apples!"

The man stands up and looks for the speaker.

"Those are my apples!" The voice repeats

"Oh wise man, I am sorry once again I thought I was far from your house and I..."

"My home is right there!" Points the old man. He points, but he can not extend him arm, for it would touch the house.

"Oh... Well I am sorry for eating your apples sir I'll stop right now."

"Don't be silly! Eat! I poisoned them anyway."

Once again the man must spit out the food he worked so hard to get.

"I poisoned those you know." the old man repeated

"Yes, just like you poisoned the bread."

"How did you know I poisoned the bread!?! Who are you!

"What's That!?!" He answered.

"What, where!"

" No my name is, Whats That!?!"

"What, where! Ahh! Where did you come from? Who are you!?"

Sighing What's That!?! Continues, " I am a man who is journeying far and I am very hungry. Do you have any food?"

"Yes, want some bread?" the old man sudgests

"Oh yes thank you!! Wait is this the bread you poisoned?"

"How did you know I poisoned the bread, who are you!"

"Sir, here are the apples we ate," he said, handing him the apples.

" I poisoned these you know." The old man repeated

"Yes, your boy informed me."

"What boy?" the old man questions

"Your grandson, he informed me."

"Who?" the old man asked again

"Toquoto, your grandson."

"I know no one by that name." the old man says

At a loss for words What's That!?!, stops to think as he was thinking the boy came out of the house.

"Where were you Toquoto?"

"I was De-stinking the llama"

"Noooo!" yells WT. He cautiously smells the llama. The smell of spring fresh air and moon mist fills the air. "Alas! My llama is unstenched."

"Jonny! When did you get here my daughter?" Says the old man with a mouth full of bread.

"Didn't you poison that?" asks WT

"No..." Says the old man curiously. " Who are you? Are you the one who keeps poisoning the bread!?!"

"Well then sir!" the boy interupting the old man's sentence. "Your llama is de-stenched, your stomache is filled, and your mind must be eaten away now by my grandfather. Now let us leave."

"Us?" asks WT " Who's us? it is just I!"

"Oh Yes! Us! Let us!" says the Wise man excidedly

"Quick Grandpa the pie! It's burning!" lied the boy

"But I didn't make a pi...Oh no! My pie!!" says the old man foolishly as he runs in the house.

"Quick! llama beast! make haste!" Says WT jumping on the llama.

"I want to come! I have to get rid of this old forgetful fool." Wines the boy, "I won't take up too much space, fit me in a box I don't mind."

"Where in the world am I?" Asks the old man from inside the house.

"Quick! Boy, come! Llama make haste! Make haste! WT cries, hoisting the boy onto the now stenchless llama.
Into the sunset they rode, not looking back.

"My bread. If only I had a grandson to enjoy this with." he pauses " Ew. This taste as if it'ts poisoned."