Upon seeing Fred, the old man called out, "Young man, could you lend me a hand with this burden?" Fred hesitated, feeling the press of time on his shoulders. But seeing the old man's struggle, he decided to help. He nodded and approached the man. "Of course, sir," he replied, taking hold of the bag.
Together, they entered the old house. Fred saw that the house looked as if nobody had been living there for a long time.
The old man led Fred and Enzo through a hall and up a winding staircase. "We need to take this to the top floor," he explained. The house was four stories high, and the climb was arduous. The weight of the bag pressed heavily on Fred's shoulders.
As they ascended, Fred couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The old man's eyes seemed to glint with a strange light, and his movements were almost too fluid, too graceful for someone of his apparent age. Fred wondered whether the old man was truly who he appeared to be.
Finally, they reached the top floor. The old man opened a door, revealing a room filled with strange, bubbling concoctions and mysterious equipment. Fred set the bag down with a sigh of relief, his muscles aching from the effort.
"Thank you, young man," the old man said. "Would you care to stay for lunch? I've prepared a meal that I'm sure you'll find delightful."
Fred hesitated. He was due for an appointment and knew he shouldn't be late. "I'm sorry, but I really must be going," he replied.
But the old man insisted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Please, I insist. It would be a shame for you to leave without tasting my cooking." He gestured to a table laden with food.
Fred was tempted and hesitated. The food smelled wonderful, and his stomach growled in response. But then, his father's teachings rose up in his mind, reminding him of the importance of punctuality. He realized that he should not be late for his appointment.
"I'm sorry, but I must go," Fred said firmly, stepping back from the table. The old man's expression darkened, and for a moment, Fred thought he saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.
As Fred turned to leave, the old man's demeanour changed abruptly. With a swift motion, he pulled out a hidden bag of soporific powder and threw its contents at Fred. He stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding the powder. The old man's face twisted into a malicious grin.
Fred's heart pounded in his chest as he scrambled to find an escape. Just then, Enzo, sensing the danger, leaped at Ruggero, barking fiercely. The sudden attack caught Ruggero off guard, and he stumbled, giving Fred a precious moment to run.
Fred ran down the winding staircase. He could hear the old man chasing behind him.
Reaching the ground floor, Fred spotted an open window and made a split-second decision. He leaped through it, landing on the grass outside. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his feet and ran, with Enzo close on his heels.
Fred didn't stop running until he was far from the house. Then Fred resumed his journey.
The road ahead was blocked by a fallen tree, and a sign indicated that the path was closed to pedestrians. Fred sighed, realizing they would need to find yet another way. Consulting his map, he decided to take a longer route via a hill road that meandered up and around the forest.
The hill road was steep and rocky. Fred and Enzo trudged onward, their pace slowing as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Both Fred and Enzo became very tired and hungry.
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Suddenly, a food hawker appeared, carrying two plates filled with wonderfully fragrant food. It seemed as though he was offering it to them. Driven by instinct, Enzo leapt forward without hesitation and began eating from one of the plates. Animals act on instinct, but humans are different—they can make conscious choices based on reason and emotion.
Unlike Enzo, Fred hesitated. His father’s teachings echoed in his mind, urging caution. He faced a dilemma where reason and emotion battled for control. Torn between his hunger and his father’s lessons, he struggled to decide. In a moment of prudence, he chose not to eat. The food, as it turned out, was soporific, and the hawker was none other than Ruggero in disguise. To Fred’s horror, Enzo collapsed and lay motionless. Only now did Fred realize—it had all been part of Ruggero’s sinister plot.