John Bigfeet was quite interested in what the flyers had to say. They seemed to be pretty important, since the king's men themselves put them up. However much John tried to read the fliers, he could not. Like most peasants, John did not know how to read. Besides, there wasn't ever a Bigfeet that was a scholarly man, it wasn't in their blood. Some say they are the kin of giants, since Bigfeet are bigger than other folk but not quite as bright. But, the fact that John couldn't read didn't really matter in the end, since the town crier read the flier to the townsfolk. John listened very carefully, but some of the words the crier used made John stroke his mutton-chops in an attempt to understand. He did understand the gravity of a wish, it could cure his sick mum. Sick was what, John didn't know and neither did the village doctor. What was clear was the illness was very serious, and she could die. So John set out to the kingdom proper, with plenty of bread, some water, and a big stick he uses to chase foxes away. Once he arrived, it was clear how much he stood out of the crowd. He was a foot taller than most, with a big smile on his face and a large club over his shoulder.