It was two years ago. Two long agonizing years that i had to deal with the agony of my son being hung in the Springfield Square. “Stop,” the officer screams, “put that food back!” December 5th 1906 my son Austin Girth made the horrible mistake of stealing food from the local market. Austin was only 13 at the time he stole the food. We were short on money so we couldn't afford it. “I was just hungry” he claimed to the officers. But it all went downhill too fast and on the same night he was hung in the middle of our town square. We live in a fairly big town for being in the middle of America, but people around here can be cruel and have to work very hard for what they have. Needless to say stealing around here just doesn't happen. I wasn't