"ere ya' go lil' missy" Mrs. Goodwife said, throwing me a bucket of feed. "I'm sure ya' know goon n' well what to do with it"

I grasped the bucket. "yes ma'am"

be grateful for this mission, Makita. I scolded myself Make it through this, and you get to have an entire plate of won-tons when you get home
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Stumbling down the dirt road, i made my way towards the barn. Opening the splintered wooden door, i made my way through all the spoiled hay that laid strewn everywhere. Throwing the bucket-o-crap-feed in the horses stable, i sighed and leaned against the barn 'pillar'
petting the stray dog that had made its home here in the barn, i thought to myself-

Why not a mission with the Greek gods? I'm sure that would be pretty interesting. Having to be in favor of Zeus and such things as that...i'm so weird....