It was Joshua’s first time in a carriage, never had he been anywhere that he couldn’t reach on foot, even if it meant walking for three or four hours to get where he was going. Hooverton must have picked up on such a reality, not once turning his bright eyes and tight smile away from Joshua’s glare into the outside world. Joshua was the biggest, fattest ant on the farm and Hooverton was the cruel child with a magnifying glass.
Joshua couldn’t help but think to himself how different the world looked through the glass of the carriage. There was a barrier between him and the world at that very moment which had never been in the past, an obstruction to alter the way he viewed the world. The outside world and him, them and him. The people didn’t look the same, altered by glass, though he’d been looking at them for the majority of his life.