It all started out easy enough, sewing the crops on that warm October night.  My name is Barbicts.  I was working with my dad, Gulliver is his name. He has a big, strong build with blue, sparkling eyes and a big bushy mustache and brown hair.  My mother was in the house working. The lord of our manor was coming over to check-up on us.  So my mother, Samantha by name, (she was a  blonde-haired plump woman with green eyes and a smile that you would fall in love with the minute you saw it) was in a frenzied rush to get our smoky, dark cottage as warm, clean, and as aired-out as possible.  The peasants on Lord Duncan’s manor were not treated with first class service, but we could get by. 

          When my dad and I were done with planting the crops we went inside and helped my mother clean our house.

          “DONE!!!” exclaimed my mother just as a knock on the door came to our ears.  “Ooh, that was close! I think we are ready!”

          So Gulliver, my dad, went over and answered the door

          “Hello, Lord Duncan!” said my dad.

          “Hello Gulliver!” Duncan said with a fake cheerfulness in his voice “How is your family?”

          “Oh, just great!” my mom said as she motioned Lord Duncan to sit down.  I sat in the corner watching Duncan.  I never really liked him.  So I shot him.  Then we all got executed.  Bummer.  It sucks to be a peasant.  The end.  I bet you thought there was something involving a chest, huh?  Maybe some treasure, or perhaps a small man, like a gnome.  Or some gardens.  Filled with gnomes.  Yeah.  Well there isn’t.  That’s because I didn’t want to finish writing this, so I just tacked on this lame ending.  Goodbye!