I rubbed my eyes and looked around my dark room It was quite early and that I was sure of. I pulled on a thick wall jumper and walked downstairs half stumbling from still being sleepy. "Morning dad." I call out, he must be in the forge, I think. I make a bowl of porridge for us both and walk into the forge, it’s the warmest part of our small home and we spend a lot of our time in here. He smiles up at him from wear he's sitting working at the anvil. "Thanks Heather, I needed to get the fire burning, I was about to get food, but you beat me to it." He smiled softly and we sat mostly in silence as we ate the tasteless bowl of yuck. I should be grateful, a lot of people don't even get a stale piece of bread for breakfast and we get a whole bowl of porridge. I wonder what it’d be like if my mum hadn’t been taken by the Collist, I hope she’s still alive and well because me and my dad plan to rescue her, when we can. “That was really yummy, thank you Heather.” My dad says smiling. “As yummy as porridge can get.” I add taking his empty bowl. “I’ll see to the animals, you continue in here.” I say with my small smile that feels forced even now, after 6 months of my mum being kidnapped by the Collist. The Collist are a group of men of kidnap females and try and get the men of the houses to rescue them they then slay both the woman and the man, well this happens a lot sometimes they let them go with a few cuts and that’s it. I dress in tan trousers and a grey tunic. I then pull on a brown jacket and brown boots. I dress like a boy so that I don’t get taken to, it’d break my dad’s heart all the way if I was. I walk outside with a milk pale and a paper bag full of grain. “Buttercup! Rex! Mini!” these are the names of our cows, Buttercup is mother of Mini –a young calf- and Rex is her father. They walk over to the side of the fence and moo in joy of getting food other than grass. “Hello my lovelies.” I milk Buttercup and feed them their daily bucket of cow mix. I then feed the 3 chickens Midnight a jet black hen that’s rather large, Spotty a brown one with lots of white speckles and GeGe who’s a ginger gold colour all over and then there Bob and red rooster who never caws in the morning, only in the late afternoon, early evening in mourning for my mother who raised him. I find the eggs from around the garden and put them in my basket, I feed Shepard the sheep, he gives us wool, and finally I go to the stables to feed and brush Ivy my bay horse. She whinnies when she see’s me and I spend about 15 minutes brushing her until me dad shouts for me to come in, his voice is urgent.
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