Moss now grows across what was once a red painted wooden shed, standing in the area just outside the graveyard. The wood shed is splintering, and there is evidence that termites have eaten away at the walls as holes poke through the shed. Inside the shed there lies leaves and plants that have been dragged in their by the wild animals that at one point called the abandoned shed their home.
Abandoned workers shed, Graveyard
priest
pig
People love me as their main course.  Sometimes I am cooked as a whole.  I am delicious when barbequed.
-oinks loudly in the shed- Oh, excuse me gentle one. I have only come to gather some milk, farmer Bertrand said that would be fine. I did not mean to frighten you. I am fine, I just want out of the shed. Oh heavens, I did not realize you spoke the King's tongue. Well this is delightful! Where do you need to get off to pig? Does not everyone? I simply locked myself in here being curious. Well here let me unlatch this so you can enjoy the Lord's good treasures. Can't have you get eaten by the termites in here! Thank you very much, it isn't the most pleasant place. Do you have a favorite spot you like to adventure to when you're out of this dingy shed? Mostly just roaming the fields, nothing special worth mentioning. I have simple tastes. Of course, of course. Say, are you familiar with the Lord? I cannot say that I am in particular. Well, would you mind if I told you of His goodness?