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| | Posted 7.5 years ago | Last Played 6.7 years ago |
I was born to a mother who was in distress. She had let loose a sheep and it was going to eat all the crops! She asked me if I knew how to make a fence, but all I could say was "N". Fortunately, the sheep wandered off away from the farm, and i became a carrot farmer at the ripe age of 6 years old. I tended to the farm well, carrying on the family tradition. After a long life in which I stocked the granary with 6 carts full of carrots, the children my hard work fed proclaimed me their king and vowed to bury me in the village square that serves as a landmark to all those who come upon our little village. I died content, full of faith that the traditions of our people - and the carrot farm - would be well tended to after I was gone. |
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