Boulder...wakey wakey
"Come on son, yas food be getting cold" The man said as he lightly shook me awake.
i yawned and stretched as i opened my eyes and smelled a sweet smell comming from the fireplace. Once the man was satisfied that i was awake, he went about just like i hadn't slept. He grabbed two wooden bowls and two wooden mugs from a shelf and went over to the fireplace, where he pulled out the pot and a kettle. He dipped out two big ladle scoops of soup into each bowl and poured a strange liquid into the mugs. The man pushed the pot and kettle back close to the fire, then walked over to where i was still sitting in the chair. He handed me a bowl and mug and went and sat across from me in a wooden chair.
"tuck in, don't wanna let it get cold" the man said as he started to eat his soup.
"mmmmm....... this is goood" I said as i tasted the delicously flavored soup.
"Thank ye" the man chuckled between mouthfulls.
As i ate i decided to try the strange beverage the man had poured for me. As i pulled the mug up to my lips, the sweet smell and taste of honey came flooding through my lips and gums, straight to my stomach where it gave me a warm feeling. The man chuckled some more as i drank deeply of the sweet drink. WoW this man was a great cook, i asked for seconds of both soup and beverage twice. When i had finished the man took the bowl from me and put it in a small barrel and poured me some more of the sweet drink. As he sat down across from me with his own beverage, he eyed me quizzically.
"Thank you sir, that was wonderful" I complimented.
At that the man started to laugh, "I told ye once, ye dont need be callin me no sir. Me names mattimeo, but you can call me matt."
"Yes sirrrr....i mean matt." I caught myself.
"and what be yas name?" Matt asked.
"my name............" i trailed off try to remember my name, but all that came to mind was blankness. I couldn't remember my own name.
"Can't remember eh?" matt said seeming to read my mind again, "Well till ye do, just pick yas one."
hmmm to pick myself a name, that was a good idea. I began to think of names that i would like, then one stood out and made me laugh to myself. It fit perfectly with what i can remember, as i looked at matt in a small chuckle simular to his i said, "My names Goat."
"Well that there be a good name, goat." matt chuckled back, "So where ya be headed?"
"well i aint got no place to go, i dont even know where i am, or how i got here." I replied.
"Hmm... if ye want ye can stay here, it would be nice to have some company and help." matt suggested.
"don't you have a wife or anything though?" I asked.
"Aye i did, but she gone away bout a year ago. That stupid castle and king made a lot of people poor, and i couldn't get her no doctor when she got sick. I swear i'll have me revenge on that kindomship for her death." Matt replied tears and hatred springing to his eyes.
"Then i don't mind sticking around and helping out, what would you like me to do first?" I asked trying to bring his mind off the past.
"Well me need some wood, an ye look like a nice strong lad" matt said questionly.
"Ok where do i get it from?" I asked.
"There be an ax on the side of the house, ye would have to be going past that meadow yonder there an get a tree from the forest line. one would be enough, chop it nice and small and bring yon peices back here." Matt said sighingly glad to not have to do it.
"Ok i'll be back when i'm done." I said standing up and heading towards the door.
"One more thing lad," Matt quickly piped up, "Do watch for yonder guards, they be the kings enforcers and they love to pick on us villagers."
"dont worry bout me matt, i'll stay clear of em." i replied with a smile, taking caution to matts words.
As i walked outside and around the house, i found the small axe leaning against the side wall, with weeds growing up the handle. It must've been a while since matt went and gathered wood, o well i'll bring him enough to repay for the food and drink which had made me feel a lot stronger and awake than when i first woke up in the field. I begun walking across that very place, and as i passed the creature from which came my name, i started to whistle a tune i didn't know, or where it came from, but i didn't care i just kept walking and whistling across the meadow.
i yawned and stretched as i opened my eyes and smelled a sweet smell comming from the fireplace. Once the man was satisfied that i was awake, he went about just like i hadn't slept. He grabbed two wooden bowls and two wooden mugs from a shelf and went over to the fireplace, where he pulled out the pot and a kettle. He dipped out two big ladle scoops of soup into each bowl and poured a strange liquid into the mugs. The man pushed the pot and kettle back close to the fire, then walked over to where i was still sitting in the chair. He handed me a bowl and mug and went and sat across from me in a wooden chair.
"tuck in, don't wanna let it get cold" the man said as he started to eat his soup.
"mmmmm....... this is goood" I said as i tasted the delicously flavored soup.
"Thank ye" the man chuckled between mouthfulls.
As i ate i decided to try the strange beverage the man had poured for me. As i pulled the mug up to my lips, the sweet smell and taste of honey came flooding through my lips and gums, straight to my stomach where it gave me a warm feeling. The man chuckled some more as i drank deeply of the sweet drink. WoW this man was a great cook, i asked for seconds of both soup and beverage twice. When i had finished the man took the bowl from me and put it in a small barrel and poured me some more of the sweet drink. As he sat down across from me with his own beverage, he eyed me quizzically.
"Thank you sir, that was wonderful" I complimented.
At that the man started to laugh, "I told ye once, ye dont need be callin me no sir. Me names mattimeo, but you can call me matt."
"Yes sirrrr....i mean matt." I caught myself.
"and what be yas name?" Matt asked.
"my name............" i trailed off try to remember my name, but all that came to mind was blankness. I couldn't remember my own name.
"Can't remember eh?" matt said seeming to read my mind again, "Well till ye do, just pick yas one."
hmmm to pick myself a name, that was a good idea. I began to think of names that i would like, then one stood out and made me laugh to myself. It fit perfectly with what i can remember, as i looked at matt in a small chuckle simular to his i said, "My names Goat."
"Well that there be a good name, goat." matt chuckled back, "So where ya be headed?"
"well i aint got no place to go, i dont even know where i am, or how i got here." I replied.
"Hmm... if ye want ye can stay here, it would be nice to have some company and help." matt suggested.
"don't you have a wife or anything though?" I asked.
"Aye i did, but she gone away bout a year ago. That stupid castle and king made a lot of people poor, and i couldn't get her no doctor when she got sick. I swear i'll have me revenge on that kindomship for her death." Matt replied tears and hatred springing to his eyes.
"Then i don't mind sticking around and helping out, what would you like me to do first?" I asked trying to bring his mind off the past.
"Well me need some wood, an ye look like a nice strong lad" matt said questionly.
"Ok where do i get it from?" I asked.
"There be an ax on the side of the house, ye would have to be going past that meadow yonder there an get a tree from the forest line. one would be enough, chop it nice and small and bring yon peices back here." Matt said sighingly glad to not have to do it.
"Ok i'll be back when i'm done." I said standing up and heading towards the door.
"One more thing lad," Matt quickly piped up, "Do watch for yonder guards, they be the kings enforcers and they love to pick on us villagers."
"dont worry bout me matt, i'll stay clear of em." i replied with a smile, taking caution to matts words.
As i walked outside and around the house, i found the small axe leaning against the side wall, with weeds growing up the handle. It must've been a while since matt went and gathered wood, o well i'll bring him enough to repay for the food and drink which had made me feel a lot stronger and awake than when i first woke up in the field. I begun walking across that very place, and as i passed the creature from which came my name, i started to whistle a tune i didn't know, or where it came from, but i didn't care i just kept walking and whistling across the meadow.
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