His burden was heavy, but if he could just get to the black ribbon, things would be better. Great things happened on the black ribbon, at least that’s what was promised, and it was time great things happened to him.
With slow and deliberate steps, he eased his way through the underbrush, which snagged and pulled at his bulky body. Everything he owned he bore upon his back, which was not much, and for that, at that moment, he was thankful. And yet, for not having much, he was seduced by discontent, and the ribbon whispered hypnotically to him.