Right! I mean, I think there's a few of us who have been down enough we didn't know how to get back up again. We know what we needed then, so we can try to give it to them now.

[Rich hopes there aren't a lot of people here that were sold into slavery or something, but he still things there are ways to empathize anyways. For someone like him, moving out on his own reminds him a lot of where the refugees are now. Left with nearly nothing to their names and no home to return to.

He pulls over a table and is just setting it down when he notices Everett heading over to... speak to the donkeys. He pauses in his cart loading to gape for a few moments, until Everett looks over again, at which point, he offers a sideways grin.]

Uh, you want to tell them thanks for their hard work for me? I haven't picked up on animal whispering yet.