Read Part One
After a careful journey, the pickpocket arrived at his house, laid his son on a bunch of old, torn up pieces of cloth, then read the instructions on the side of the bottle. The pickpocket did what the instructions said; he poured the healing gin on the body part that needed to be healed, then he wrapped the body part in bandages for an hour.
The hour went surprisingly fast. The pickpocket un-ravelled the bandages and saw that his sons arm had not changed at all! It was still against his chest, and his fist was still clenched. The pickpocket needed to go and find a cure before it was too late. He then told his wife,"I might not be back until tomorrow morning. I am going to the carnival and it will take a long while to get there."
After the pickpocket had said goodbye to his wife, he strolled through the town, down the long, spindly paths, along the gloomy alleyways and up a few steep hills.
By this time it was beginning to get dark, and the pickpocket was beginning to get tired. He laid his old rag down on the ground, sat down and closed his eyes. He knew that he had to get up early before the carnival packed away and moved to another village.
In the morning, the pickpocket got up, folded his rag and and packed it into his rucksack. He traveled some more and before he knew it, he could see the carnival! He only needed to walk around the tall, stone castle, down a couple of crumbling pathways, and trudge across an old, bridge.
