Is this place real?
"Sure!" you say, trying to sound cheerful. Your mum deserves a little help, she had to endure your pleas for her to stop for the last half hour, at the very least. As you come to see what she has in store for you, however, you groan - a large crate of food, which she wants you to help bring to the kitchen.
Picking up the crate, you begin walking to the house, your thighs tense with effort. 'Is this really worth it?' goes through your head, but being stubborn was always something you were good at.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torture, you are in the kitchen and set the food down. Getting to the outhouse is an optimistic wish now, but there is an alternative - the kitchen has a door leading to the forest, where you could probably go. The choice is an urgent one - already, you've leaked.
Picking up the crate, you begin walking to the house, your thighs tense with effort. 'Is this really worth it?' goes through your head, but being stubborn was always something you were good at.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of torture, you are in the kitchen and set the food down. Getting to the outhouse is an optimistic wish now, but there is an alternative - the kitchen has a door leading to the forest, where you could probably go. The choice is an urgent one - already, you've leaked.