"I--I'm sorry, sir. We haven't been completely honest with you.<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>haven't been completely honest with you. The bag is not filled with cremble dung but is actually . . . my birthday present that I got from my mother." Aurion replied. Aurion had surprised himself. He hadn't intended to tell such a lie; the words had just appeared in his mouth. "I had not only deceived my friends, but you as well. My mother and I are very poor, you see, that's why this present doesn't look too appealing, but a tattered bag like this is all we can afford for wrapping. Sh--she made me swear not to open it until I got home and that's I promise I can't break to her. I never intended for this lie to get so out of hand. I'm sorry!" His lips quivered and he looked like he was about to cry, if the rain hadn't already appeared to make it so.