Mud covered walls and a thatched roof cover the earthen, well-swept floor, packed hard from many generations of feet packing it hard. A fire burns brightly in the dim interior and a wood covered window is thrown wide to let the smoke escape. A few modest woven chairs and a fur skin rug are around the hearth, and a beaten copper pot hangs over the fire, simmering. The smell of mutton stew fills the room.
Modest living area, Inside Cottage
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I am the son of a poor farmer.  I help my father work the fields.  I am unable to go to school because I have to help my family.
Don't call me boy, brat! Well that's what mom calls you. You're not my mama, so you can't call me that. Ok ok, what are you doing though, are you helping? I am about to go pick some tomatoes and take them to market to sell. Oh good job. Are you ready for some mutton tonight? Yes indeedy. How about you? No that stuff is horrid! I wish we could have rabbit or duck instead. Be glad we have meat at all! Half the town has nothing but onions. haha i guess thats true. Do you think we will ever get out of here? No, but we have each other. I love you.....boy