Conflict+between+two+people

__Conflict between two people__

The sun rose over the low set hills like a new coin placed on its side. It shone its early light on a lone traveler treading slowly around a bend in the road. The traveler was stooped and carried a long cane and had a beard down to his feet. The only thing young about him was his eyes, which shone like sapphires. He trudged along past small, worn down farm houses, through wild forests filled with strange creatures, climbed up steep mountains, and followed rivers through the valleys. When the light began to fade, the weary old man began to search for a place to rest for the night.

He left the path and wandered into the thick woods. The old man layed down on the forest floor, using the spongy moss as a pillow. His eyes closed and his mind began to rest when suddenly, a sharp cry was released into the night. The old traveler was now wide awake. He rose slowly and began to hobble toward the sorce of the shreiking. He parted the the thick weeds and saw a small boy about the age of seven. Attached to his hand was a full grown fox. The boy cried out in pain and didn't even notice the old man watching him. The fox clamped down even harder as the boy struggled to be free. A sudden noise distracted the old man from the fox and the boy and his eyes began to search for its source. Hidden partially in the tall grass, were two small fox cubs intensely watching their mother who was locked in combat. The old man chuckled silently to him self. "Oh the trouble boys got into!" he thought to himself. He stepped forward and smartly wacked the fox on the head with his cane. The mother fox let go with a wimper and fled with her cubs to the safety of their den. The boy sat back and rubbed his injured hand as he stared up in bewilderment at his savior.

"Let me look at yer hand boy." the old man said as he kneeled down beside him. The wound wasn't very deep but it was bleeding quite a bit. The old man wiped off the blood to reveal a neat row of little red teeth marks. "Ah yep, she got ya good didn't she boy? Serves you right, messin' with a vixen and 'er cubs. What you think you were doin' out here in the middle of the night anyway boy? Are ya lost?" He said, as he bandaged the hand

His small face puffed up with idignace. "My name's not boy! It's Matthew." he said with a pout. "And I'm not lost, I'm on an adventure!"

"Well are a cheeky one, ain't ye? What kind of adventure is ye on? Do ya live near here?" The traveler asked, hoping that he could get a nice soft bed to sleep in.

"You sure do ask alot of questions old man."