"I play outside," Fergus announced. "I go fishing in the lakes, and I plays with the frogs." He beamed, proud of himself. He didn't really care that the place wasn't at all like home, in fact he liked it a lot better. He missed his mother and his sister, but not his father. He was glad to be away.
"Where the water comes from?" He asked, peering at the faucet and the water pouring out of it. "We not have no water like that at home."