I will do whatever the farmers ask me to do. I will pluck feathers off of butchered chickens, I'll clear the fields of the jagged wild blackberry bushes, I will comfort Paul when Bettina makes him cry and will chase after Bettina when Paul makes her angry. I'll run off the eagles from the geese and scare away the raccoons from the chicken coop. I'll pull up the really heavy crab pot without any help. I will listen to Dave go on for hours about his obsession with Second Life (he's a night-loving underground elf and despises fairies because he cannot kill them with his sword) and entertain 13-year old Trevor with all the jokes I know until I make him laugh. I'll wake up early, I'll work late and not make one single complaint. I will do anything, anything, anything EXCEPT clean out the outhouse - so Marcia you might as well stop asking me to do it. No way. It is not going to happen. Nope. Not in this lifetime. I'm not gonna do it. No. Way. Jose.
End of Story.
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