Joan looked up at the ceiling of the carriage which has many undressed hares. Salt rubbed on its surface to preserve it.
On his side were the corn and chickens. Chickens were fed as he grabbed a handful of corn grits. Their feathers were mixed with varying colours ranging from brown, ashen grey, some were white. All were chuckling in their language while eating their food.
Joan then went to see the sun has risen from the east. The dark clouds were seen covering the direction of the village. Making Joan gulped his saliva as he wondered how long will he lift the sewn seed of evil in that far direction.
He needs to become strong as fast as he could so that he will be unstoppable and take his revenge. Making him bit his lips as in the meantime as he was still growing. Lucky enough that he survived.
