Under the menacing heat of the Tatooine sun, a young boy makes his way home.
A home usually consists of two loving parents, siblings and possibly even a pet. However, this stereotypical "home" description is far from Connor's situation.
"Master I'm home", said Connor.
Joppa, the repulsive Hutt, greeted the slave boy in an unusually pleasant fashion.
"Whaddya want?" the Hutt demanded.
Connor shifted uneasily.
"Could I take a short holiday, you know, erm..., for work purpose", said Connor. "You know, replenish my strength so I can be fit to work for you, next season".
Connor planned to escape. He was unusually cunning little boy- for 8 years old- and was said to be 'beyond his years' by the wise customer or two
"Sure Connor, you can have a holiday" said the Hutt mockingly.
"Ok..."Connor muttered, not sure about his next move.
"Yeah, you can go on a holiday after you die!" the Hutt said with contempt.
Connor thought about continuing to argue, but the promise of winning an arguement against the will of a Hutt was not so encouraging. Dejected but not
defeated, Connor made his way to his room.
