'If only the poor hedgehog had learned how to climb trees' thought Jaen. Jaen clambered down from the tree and silently, but quickly, moved on.

Taw felt the areas where he had been hit for being late. They were still tender, but he could tend to them when he got home. A piece of wood came along the conveyor belt and as he chopped it with his axe, the bell rang. His day was over and he could go home. He left the wood to move along and walked silently to the door. He put back his timecard, stamped it, and left. He jogged down the hill, vaulted the fence, zig-zagged through the alley and weaved through the still busy market street. The flax stall was closed, Taw noted. He sprinted the last bit of his journey and reached his home. His sister, Fawn, looked through the small peephole Taw had made for her and opened the door. 'Hello Taw!' She shouted, hugging him. 'Dinner is ready. I'll put it out.'. Taw followed Fawn inside, closing and locking the front door to the hut as he went. He scould smell the stew she had been cooking. 'She might only be seven,'he thought, 'but she really can cook.'. He sat down and the warm potato stew was placed in front of him. Fawn and Tam ate in silence. The day was over. It was time to plan their escape.