“Dinner is ready!” Timothy scrambled up from his school weaving project and followed his mom. Sitting down, he stared glumly at the meal. Great. The same thing as yesterday, and the day before that. His siblings enthusiastically snatched up the food and began munching away. Grumbling softly, Timothy apathetically grabbed the food. His mother overheard him and began her daily lecture. Food was scarce these days, she chastised.
Finishing his dinner, Timothy muttered, “Walk,” to his mother and made a beeline out the door. He didn’t make it twenty steps before a loud screech, “SPIDER!” A large shadow fell across him–