Hand in hand the children walked in a line, along the path, some singing, others humming, most silent, following the leader.
"It's getting dark," one observed.
"I'm hungry," whined another.
"The next town isn't far," said the leader, "Just past these trees."
"I hope there's bakers," one said, drooling.
"I hope there's butchers!"
"I hope there's nobles or maybe a visiting King," said the tiniest.
"Why?"
"They usually taste the best!"