Ancient Hobo Proverb- "The Wise Hobo is the one that does not waste time making proverbs."

It was winter. The beginning of an age of ice and snow. My tribe, referred to as the tribe of ho-boss, decided we would survive by stitching ourselves into warm cocoons. We emerged from the warm bin bags to find the world much different to the way we had left it. Our clothing did not fit in with the locals, so we were forced to wear any scrap cloths we could find. We also knew little of the new world, and so were forced to beg for shiny things, which we found we could trade for animal meat. The tribe of ho-boss split into two separate tribes at this point- The Hobos and The Bums, both with different ideas on how best to survive in this new world. This group accepts all proud descendants of the original tribe of Ho-Boss, whether bum or hobo.