Not long ago, when it was still summer, that poor boy was able to fish. Now, penned up by winter and frustrated by week after week after week after week of non-fishing, he has sunk to new lows in seeking to feed the need. We should all pray that the temperature soon rises to the point that he can again break free of his cell and enjoy the outdoors. There he can again turn to more natural means of remaining sane. There may still be hope.
