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"It's August, the cock's got you waking up early again, you get up and put on your sweater. You're standing outside. You do the morning routine, letting out the flock out so that the sheep get their breakfast in. You think to yourself 'what's the fucking point' why are you even in the middle of nowhere
You don't live by yourself of course. You're in a wee quaint village, the neighbors gossip about you being a lad from the city. Though they don't resent you. You're a helpful young man and sometimes they even help you out.
Still the question remains. Why are you still doing this?
Then a flashback hits you like a train from Edinburgh to Glasgow
'OI ANON YOU LAZY GOBSITE BESSIE IS GIVIN BIRTH WE NEED TO GET HER READY,' the melodious screech of a Scottish forest fairy echoes inside your head.
Ah that's why.
Alright then, time to shear the sheep and sell the wool in market, you need to be quick so you'd have enough time to cook the kids breakfast."
