I walked carefully through the tents, and small fires, listening to what some of the people were talking about, but most of them seemed to be bitter. I could see why, but I found a few that were off in a section that didn't really have many people. I walked over to the fire and smelled cooking meat, and my stomach grumbled.
"Look at that pretty kitty. Did you hear the sound its stomach just made? Come here, little snowball, and I will give you some treats," One of the women said, dragging out her words slightly with her accent.
"Can we eat it?" One of the much bigger women with puffy cheeks asked, and the smaller one beside her gave her a shove, pushing the big woman off her stool to fall to the ground.
