John watches you effortlessly scoop up cow manure and slowly put it in the barrel. You are working too slow in John's eyes. John clears his throat to make you work faster, if you get the hint. But you don't and you continue working at the slow pace.

With a sigh, John gets up from his seat and walks over to you. He watches you work slower and ever, unbothered by his presence.

"These chores won't do themselves. Hurry up." John commands as he watches you with his sharp brown eyes.

He always nitpicks on you like this. You can't work at your own pace, no wonder you have a bad back. You should just be like Uncle and blame it on your 'lumbago'. He gets out of work whenever he uses that excuse.