[Meanwhile, the Professor patiently waits for the little creatures to finish their scavenging, still holding open the dumpster lid. Every now and then he points to something, a Boston creme, doughnut, another apple fritter, guiding the little one to put the best ones in his bag.
When the sack is full, he offers to hold the bag as they climb out.]
Are we ready?
[His time with them is growing short, it seems. And with it goes the opportunity to learn more about who these strange, fascinating children were, about their kind, their family, where they lived and how they came to be. But now, he feels, is not the time to ask the thousands of questions tickling his brain. Not now, when he's finally gotten them to trust him this much. No. These children need his help, not someone to scare them away with questions. And possibly, he hopes that some day their paths will cross again. Until then, he supposes, the rest will have to remain a mystery.]
That is quite a magnificent haul. I'm sure your... sensei, as you said, will greatly appreciate it.
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When the sack is full, he offers to hold the bag as they climb out.]
Are we ready?
[His time with them is growing short, it seems. And with it goes the opportunity to learn more about who these strange, fascinating children were, about their kind, their family, where they lived and how they came to be. But now, he feels, is not the time to ask the thousands of questions tickling his brain. Not now, when he's finally gotten them to trust him this much. No. These children need his help, not someone to scare them away with questions. And possibly, he hopes that some day their paths will cross again. Until then, he supposes, the rest will have to remain a mystery.]
That is quite a magnificent haul. I'm sure your... sensei, as you said, will greatly appreciate it.