[color=a0410d]	Like a fierce agitator the Eye glared, basking the fulvous fields beneath in an incinerating gaze - rendering them limp, distorted and hot to the touch. Once they had stood mighty, tall and golden - traits long since tainted by the corruption of time and distress; now, having been brought to the lowest strands of their pride, with heartless strokes they collapsed unfettered from the seats of their glory, scattered like swaths of ashes across the dirt as their mutilators cut and advanced...cut, and advanced. [/color]

	...

	[color=8dc73f]"...Iht ain't rhite!"[/color][color=a0410d], the young man so unattractively addressed as "Scrounger" barked, lifting the blade once more before letting the weight guide it through the stalks in a tempestuous swipe. He stopped, glowering over the flaxen field, rubbing his face in irritation at the sweat stinging his eyes, stomping the ground rather childishly in a mock display of authority - seemingly trying to say: "N O T I C E  M E!"

	As if granted by the Baron himself, the lanky lad's prayer was answered:[/color][color=8dc73f] "...OUW!"[/color]

	[color=ec008c]"Kutt th'e blaath'ring, yha spoilt lit'l calf..."[/color][color=a0410d] Mother groaned, retracting her hand from up the smarter side of Scrounger's head.[/color][color=ec008c] "...Fhere ah beggar's sohn youh ought te' beh thankful fhor aal the worhk yah ken geht."[/color]

	[color=8dc73f]"--But not in SUHMMER!"[/color][color=a0410d] The company whinger replied, barely ducking a followup shot by Ifor's own mitt;[/color] [color=8dc73f]"Summer's fohr LAZIN', noht GRAZIN'! Leave tha' muck'in'bout teh the lhikes ohf thuh ahnts, the 'hoppers - Old Badger's do--GOHW!"[/color][color=a0410d] Having found success, Ifor's hand returned to the task ahead, its host grumbling away to the chorus of the scythe:[/color] "Youh tahlk lhike the Bharon's brat works, Scrouhnger...youh worhk like 'eh worhks, too; Outtah keep ah look'ouht fhor a nhew roll-mhodol..."

	[color=8dc73f]"...Youh know, ifhor ah klowhn yoor' noht very fhunny..."[/color]

	"..."

	...

	[color=8dc73f]"...Ouw...OUWH-OUWH-OUWWWWHH--"[/color]

	[color=9e0b0f][b]"--Q U O I U U H H H H H H H H T ! ! ! !"[/b][/color][color=a0410d] The elderly man's voice rang deep and low to deafening effect, and even Ifor found himself oddly compliant with the command. He glanced up from his momentary workout towards the source of that auditory explosion, and upon recognizing its host, a faint smile flickered by underneath his heavy brow. The hunchback left the battered carcass beneath as he rose to his feet, and just over his shoulder he could hear the approving tone of Mother's greeting:[/color]

	[color=ec008c]"Sehdric - plheasunt surprhize seein' youh bahk soh eharly!"[/color]