Makuta
straightened his back to relieve the sore muscles, a wave of relief
creeping up his spine. No one said this job would be easy, but damn
did it pay well. From eight that morning until now he'd been working
shoveling hay and carrying water back and forth from the stables. It
was just a summer job, which was perfect for Makuta, but standing
this long without a break was murder on his body. It was only his
second weekend here.
"Hey,
you did good today," a familiar voice had Makuta
Can You Feed the Cows Before You Go Home?
By: InDepthLook
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