With an annoyed expression spread across your feautures, you watch Uncle from across the camp having his seventh nap today. His back against a tree and his head tilted down. Low but loud snoring escapes him every so often. Your brows are furrowed in absolute annoyance as you watch the old man. He is just lazy. It annoys you as much as it annoys everyone else in camp. Nobody really says anything to him because they all expect the same answer about his lumbago.

As you walk up to Uncle, his snoring gets louder. One swift kick in his side makes him jolt and wake up. Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, he looks up at you with a yawn.

"What is it now? Can't an old man rest? I've got lumbago. Rest helps it." He complains and tries to justify why he was sleeping whilst squinting his eyes as he looks up at you.