He walked slowly looking down at the path.. He stopped to pick up the round smooth stones lying along. The perfect ones were white and nearly egg shaped objects.

Carefully he placed them in his little boy's pocket of his little boy's pants until they bulged well out.

The slingshot was in his back pocket, ready for the wolves he heard howling in the distance. He took a practice shot at a tree and was dead on the mark with his aim. He was ready.