 The altar at Ophrah that I erected to Baal is the best thing that ever happened to our tribe. Please, Mother, Father, don't. Don't quarrel. I can't help it, Gideon. Every time I think of the Midianites and the damage they're doing to our people, I get angry. We're without food, clothing, security. Every minute is wrought with danger. I have some grain hidden away. I'll thresh it out and we'll have bread for a while. Grain?