“Jinsu, holding the crunches in one hand and the mackerel in the other, slithered up on his father’s back. Mando, his arm turned behind him, clasped his son’s only leg. “You’ll have to wind your arms around my neck.” Jinsu, one eye closed tight, as if he felt really bad about the situation, wrapped his two arms with the crutches and the mackerel around his father’s thick neck. Mando put pressure on the bottom of his stomach, grunted and stood up. He was a bit shaky down below but able to walk. As he stepped with great care on to the log bridge, inwardly he was saying what a terrible thing to happen to a man in his prime! Jinsu, you met the world the wrong way and now your life is real shit. Shit.”