The Neverending Story (movie)
The latest traveller and approached and looked up at the Rockbiter, her compassion and understanding plain on her expressive face.
“They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they?” He looked forlorn at the objects of his disappointment, his failure. “I always thought that’s what they were.”
The girl reflected his heartbreak sympathetically, “Did you forget to wash them? I bet it’s hard getting enough soap for hands that big.”
Maybe they’d been at this game too long, he thought with a weary sigh. The world changing was inevitable, they could cope with that, but the children were changing too.