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
son
father
I am a role model for my children. I provide for the family with meat and I keep a roof over their heads. I am stability to the family, and keep things together and provide safety to my children.
Well then, what, pray tell did you have in mind to do? I wish to be a dancer and perhaps a singer as well. Where in the world do you think you could go to do such a thing? And what are we supposed to do with the farm if you leave? I am getting old and can't run it forever. But I have the heart of a dancer, not the heart of a farmer. I feel the music in my bones. Why can't my sister take over the farm? She is to be married soon and will go to live with her husband and help run his farm. You may dance and sing all you wish when the work is done. But I can't see how I can do without you so that you can go the city and be a dancing beggar! But listen to the sweet music I can make even using just this old pot. Isn't it beautiful? It is indeed beautiful, but that won't feed us or keep us warm. I am your father and I forbid you leave! You don't let me dance, you don't let me sing, you don't let me go to school. I hate you! Well, you hate me with a full belly and a warm ,safe place to sleep. Perhaps you should try it your way and then you'll find out what suffering is and come to your senses. That's exactly what I am going to do. You will be shoveling dirt and I will be a famous dancer in the finest royal courts.  You are ungrateful and foolish. You will leave with nothing but the clothes on your back in exchange for your insult! What would I take with me? Your house is made of mud and straw. When I am a rich and famous dancer you will be sorry.