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... Are these...
... food?
Ah, Young Pwie... These are shoes, I believe.
They shield thy soles from pain... keep out the snow and rain and bitter wind... and make frolicking about a most joyous thing. Forsooth, every adventurer ought to wear a stout pair of shoes.
.......
Will these shoes make the hunger go away?
.......
... Nay, I fear not.
Verily, 'tis a grievous trial to endure the yearning - nay, hunger. Wherefore... I labor to suppress the urge without end.
What's good about suppressing the urge?
For one, thine adventure shall remain unmarred, and become tales thou shan't be ashamed to tell...
... through which thou mayest dream of the future self thou seekest to become.
And someday, thou wilt, without suffering dishonor, tell all about thine adventures to another soul who shall heed thine accounts.
The self I want to become...
Pwie stared at the shoes for a long while...
And approached them slowly, before finally slipping them on.
... Feels... new.
Now march onward with greater vigor, astride shoes of thine own!
<This might just be me, Meursault...>
<But don't you think... Pwie's started to follow us more closely than before?>
... They have, Manager.