Since when do cannibals fall in love with their food?

7. Since when do cannibals fall in love with their food?

CHARLIES POV

Food and I mostly go out to see Oliver now most days. She's become fascinated by him and he seems to like her as well.

You could say that she was absolutely shocked one day when I climbed onto him and he moved around the field with me on his back. He's nothing more then a huge horse, and there's a lot of trust between us.

Food is now determined to learn how to ride Oliver so for the past few days they've created that trust that him and I have. I love that she's as interested in him as I am. She truly amazes me every day.

But today it's raining so that means we're trapped inside and I can tell it's driving her crazy. She's sprawled across the floor in front of the fire with her hands over her eyes.

"I'm so bored!" She groans.

I'm at the table whittling. I'm not one hundred percent sure what I'm making yet. When I don't have an idea of what I'm making I usually just end up wasting a perfectly good piece of wood. I just keep scrapping away- not really paying attention- until I'm surrounded by wood chippings and a broken twig in my hand.

"You ran away, didn't you bring a book or something?"

She lifts her hands up and peeks at me, "Yes, but I finished it on the way here. I took a lot of time to rest because I was in the middle of no where, dehydrated and exhausted. Reading took my mind off of my problems."

I nod, "Well what do you want to do?"

Food smiles, "Learn how to ride a moose."

I shake my head, "It's raining, and cold. Oliver won't even be in the clearing, so all you would accomplish would be getting sick."

She pouts, "Can we go play in the rain?"

I give her a look, "What about, 'you're going to get sick' don't you understand."

She puts a finger to her chin thinking about this, she bites her bottom lip, "All of it?"

I roll my eyes, "I'm not going to let you get sick, because I would then be forced to go into town to get medicine."

She raises an eyebrow, "How far away is the closest town?"

I shrug, "Six miles."

"What town is it?"

"Zigseed. It has the weirdest name. I never understood why they named it that."

Food swallows roughly, "They named it that because of their third mayor, he was assassinated in 1918. He was the best and kindest mayor they've ever had. Most people refer to him as gother. It's a mix of father and God."

"You're making that up." I say forgetting my whittling.

"No, I'm not."

"Well how do you know that then?"

"That's where I came from. I've lived there my whole life."

I stare at her silent trying to see if she's telling the truth, "You're not kidding are you?"

She shakes her head, "Nope."

"So if I went into town would I find missing Food posters everywhere?"

Food rolls her eyes, "Well it wouldn't say Food, it would have my actual name, and I dunno. I don't know if anyone would bother looking for me."

"I'm sure someone would."

She shrugs, "Did anyone look for you?"

I shake my head, "I never checked."

She sighs and lays back, "What day is it?"