Young Banagan looked out the window into the back yard and watched as his father spoke with a dwarf. He couldn’t hear what the adults were talking about, but he could see them gesturing to a thick wooden post that had been driven into the ground near the cats’ enclosure. After a few more minutes, his father handed the dwarf a coin purse. The two shook hands and dwarf left. Assuming that things were done outside, the young boy went to the back door and stepped through.
“Who was that?” Banny asked as he walked over to his father.
“That was Mr. Stonehammer. He came here to do some work for me.”
“What’s this?” the six year old asked, going over to the post to get a better look at it. The wood had been sanded down, and...