It was a warm summer morning. Beautiful birds fly around the cloudless sky singing songs of happiness and love. The little farm was calm as usual. 

Uncle Franklin tapped a handkerchief on his sweaty forehead. He looked around his small home until he spotted Shana. “Hey! Girl! Go and feed those pigs!” he grumbled. Shana had been helping him with the farm for a little while now, but he preferred to have a male helping him out. Shana seemed to petite to do a tough man’s job. If it were up to him, he would have a boy doing ALL his work while he sat on his butt and drank his ale.

Franklin had lived alone for the last two years after his wife left him. People would say that incident is what made him bitter, but he was grouchy long before that. He went outside and began tending to his garden.