The Sandwich

The night, which was particularly dark and stormy, contained Trevor, and eighteen year old boy who had a problem. A very large problem. You see, he was hungry and had not eaten for three days.
To Trevor and his poor stomach, three days seemed like forever. His stomach gave agonizing rumbles and jabbed him with sharp pains from time to time.
Suddenly, Trevor saw an old, stooped man with a cane walking on the side of the road in the opposite direction. He looked frail and sick, but in his left hand... in his left hand he held a sandwich!
Trevor's eyes grew wide. A soggy sandwich would be better than nothing! He approached the old man, stomach jabbing him every step.

"Old man may I have that sandwich? I will do anything you ask."

The old man looked up. "Anything I say?"

Trevor replied, "Anything at all, I just feel like I'm about to die from hunger."

The old man slowly grinned and handed Trevor the sandwich. Trevor ate it in four bites. Mmmm.....Ham, turkey, and cheese. Delicious, even if it was a bit soggy. Out of nowhere, the old man started cackling.

"And now you are my slave!"

Trevor looked up in disbelief. In front of him stood a much younger man wearing robes of crimson red and holding a curled staff. He should have realized that wise old men don't walk out in the pouring rain with a sandwich.

He had been tricked by a full grown, fully evil Wizard.