Three boys stood around a fire, with a young boar roasting over it. On any other day, the there of them would have been enemies. But they had suffered enough, and on this day, fortune had smile on their hunt. For today at least, they could be their differences aside.
As they dug into the flesh of the boar, the oldest of the boys began to brag. Hunting a boar was dangerous, even a young one like the one they had killed. He spoke of how he had lured it away from larger boars, tricked it into a trap. Even if the other two had helped him kill it, he was the one who had made it possible.
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