*That very evening, in Sheb's large family house, the family eat together after a long day of hard work.*
Sheb: I then tought of making some kind of legs to carry the platform, but I couldn't get them to move right. I went to ask Ochita if he could help, and then I saw that contraption one of his apprentice was using to make a clay jar and...
Shet (Sheb's elder son): Dad, I'm sure it is interesting and all, but I got something to tell you...
Sheb: ... to stick many legs on... What? What did you say? I'm afraid I may be a bit of a bore with project, but I4m sure it'll save much work next harvest!
Shet: Well, you're in the council, so you've heard Ronald want to make a hunting group, right?
Sheb: Yeah. Those councilmen are all the same, always trying to get valuable farmhands away from the fields! When will they understand that it is us, farmers, that provide them with the bread they eat everyday!
Shet: Well, there is a rumor that say that Ochita's daughter (1) want to join the hunting group, so...
Sheb: What? Oh man, I'd love to see Ochita's face right now! I cannot wait for the next council!
Shet: I'd like to join them too.
Sheb: What? You cannot possibly be serious! You're a farmer! Hunting is so dangerous, with all those evil beasts and spirits roaming the forest. And what will your mom say?
Shet: Mom said she didn't like it, but that it was my choice.
Sheb: She said that? Well, then... I guess I got no choice. You'll be hunting son, but not until the harvest is over, and without my blessing. I hope your younger brother won't get such stupid ideas.
(1) Ochita, you should choose a name for your daughter.