A group of travellers have made camp for the night in
unknown lands; they light a fire and go about getting
everything prepared for food and sleep. Amongst them is
a young boy who doesn't like to be told what to do; he
thinks they could have travelled much further and is
frustrated with their slow progress.
Angrily, he declares that he will strike out on his own
and get to the promised land far ahead of his family -
armed with nothing but a stick he heads out into the
But away from the fire's shine, and all the voices and
the noises from the camp, he can hear all sorts of
rustlings in the bushes; can't see his way, can't be
sure if that's a monster or a tree - he stops, he
reconsiders, and not much later we can see him breaking
bread and eating stew, safe between his mother and his
father by the fire.