Cedric’s father always said to him, “The weather is rarely unpredictable. By observing the sky, a man can see the rain hours before a single drop has fallen.” As a child, Cedric solemnly listened to his father’s instruction. He and his family have lived on this mountain for generations, and heeding nature’s warnings was essential for survival. There is a village not far from Cedric’s home, but it is still all too easy to get lost if one is wandering the mountainside at the wrong time. Despite being taught well about defending himself against the elements and the wilderness, little Cedric still wondered what he would do if he were caught outside far from his home in such a time. He certainly didn’t expect to find anything of value when he was.
It was a particularly bleak and bitter winter that year. Cedric, having just turned ten, could only watch helplessly as his mother coughed and wheezed in her bed. The illness was severe, but not rare. His