That night in the tavern she heard the rumors. A young boy – a former grass cutter by trade – was looking after the people in need. As the story went, the boy’s mother fell sick, and he had to work to provide for them both. When the drought struck, the grass died, and the boy could not sell grass anymore. For a few weeks they barely scraped by, and then one day, everything changed. Suddenly, they boy and his mother had enough food – not only for themselves but enough to help the neighbors out as well.