Fill your complaining stomach.
"Got.. Got to take it easy," you mutter.
Crawling slowly the last couple yards you reach the wheelbarrow.
Curbing your desires to devour the bread in one bite, you reach for it
and rip off modist sized chunks and eat. Slowly you start to feel a
little better. When your stomach decides it has had enough for the
time being, almost involuntarily, you fall asleep.
You hurry out across the dusty sone road, your legs managing to get
you almost all the way to the wheelbarrow before buckling sending you
sprawling on all fours.
