The Tale Of Jon Handshaker
Kon Nok Village
Waking curled up in the densely weedy corner of some less than industrious farmer’s cornfield, Jon felt tired, dirty, itchy, stiff, sore, his eyes were swollen and his ears ached, he was hungry and thirsty and weak. And he was free. For the first time in his life since he was able to understand what it meant to be a Lamb, doomed to live as a prisoner, however pampered, and to die young, Jon felt in control of his destiny. He felt good.