Inside the sack were over ten small bags, each containing about two pounds of seeds. He didn't recognize some of them, but others he had seen in books he'd dug out of the ruins. His grandfather had taught him to read, so he immediately identified the seeds on top as corn and wheat. The boy suddenly bolted. He ran for a good distance but saw no sign of the people who had rested here last night. Realizing they must have left these things behind on purpose, the boy hurried back to the sack. Without a moment's hesitation, he squatted, hoisted the sack onto his shoulder, and rushed home.
"TigerTitus, where did you go so early in the morning?" As he returned to the front of the dilapidated tin container, an aged voice called out from inside. The boy hurried into the container, dripping with sweat, and set the sack down. He grabbed a few bags of seeds, walked over to the old man, and fell to his knees.
"Grandpa, look at this!"
