"Food!?" Lenny thought to himself, "Did these assholes just call me food?"
The voice he had heard seemed to be approaching. Once it got to him, Lenny felt as if someone stretched for his head to see his face.
The man walked with his hair covering his face.
Lenny and the man made eye contact.
"This is not food!"
Immediately, Lenny acted. He grabbed the pole he was hanging from and did a flip.
His legs were still attached to the pole, but his hands had been cut off.
It had not been easy to use the tiny, sharp piece of stone to set himself free, but he had done it either way.
He gave the pole a karate chop, after which he flipped and landed behind one of the kids.
He held the kid tight to his chest, the sharp stone in between his fingers, as the tip of the sharp stone was only an inch from the child's eye.
"If you so much as take a step close to me, I'll take out an eye."