Part 237: Sully A

Heya, Donny. Thanks for the wild stories the other night.

Ya mean the one 'bout the greased-pig run? Why, sure! Farmin' ain't glamorous as knightin', but I s'pose we have our laughs.

I'd never have guessed how much fun I missed out on as a city girl.

I wouldn't be too eager to trade lives if I was you.

Hmm?

Well, I hate to spoil the fun, but there's lots on the farm what ain't a hoot. Stories I told only covered the good times. There's plenty what ruin a year's crop. Flood, drought, raiders... Plus, we lose pigs to sickness darn near every season. Yessir, the farmin' life's a hard one, and no denyin'.

I'm sure you're right, but knighthood's no bed of roses, either. Sure, it's glamorous, but there's politics and backstabbing behind the scenes. And you've got to follow the orders you're given, even when they're stupid. Believe me, farmers aren't the only ones with troubles.

So you was just cherry-pickin' the good stories too, eh?

Maybe we should sit down and swap horror stories next time.

I don't much go in for scary talk. Ain't got the stomach for it.

No, not literal horror stories. ...Just the less-happy ones. You can't understand someone's world until you know both sides of it.

I reckon yer right about that... All right, then. It's a deal!