Rain watched him, and smiled.  Not one berry was smashed between his massive fingers.  There was no way she could keep up with him, but of course for every handful she tossed into the basket, a few were popped into her mouth.  Rain nodded her head in answer to his question, "We lost a few...more than a few. The stories survive.  The village gets smaller and smaller every year.  We are lucky though, we have food, water...." She trailed, afraid she was probably giving out more information than she should.