As Clawtool and Rhunt headed off towards North Downs with their final destination being Trestlebridge,
Rhunt slowed down and checked his pocket and pulled out a fob watch and check the time. He then reached
out on his small backpack and took out a small bag, dipped his right hand into the bag and pulled out a
small grape and begun to eat it with relish. Before long, the pair of them had entered the Northern
Bree-fields and the sight of the Hengstacer Farm, can be seen. Rhunt check his small bag of fruit carefully
again, as he extracted the last piece of fruit from it and sigh miserably, he then smiled when he noticed the
farm and veered eastwards toward it. Clawtool noticed when Rhunt deviated from their route and giggled
loudly at Rhunt and said in a patronising voice.
'Rhunt, you silly goose, you will not find food there, except for horses as Hengstacer Farm is famous for'
'being a horse stud farm.'
'Oh? I'm sorry i didn't know that,' said a embarrassed Rhunt, and reluctantly veered back westward toward their route.
Clawtool smiled and shaked her head sadly as they continued on with their journey.