Since Norman's father, Rory Green, was gone at World War II, when he went, his father knelt down, grabbing Norman's shoulders and telling him that he would be the one taking care of the farm while he was absent.

Since then, Norman had been the one telling to his younger siblings; Megsie and Vincent, which tasks and chores they had to do in the farm. And oh, how he did his best with that job. It was very important to him.

And this morning, while Megan and Vincent were taking their breakfast around the wooden table downstairs, as Norman was buttoning his blue shirt's buttons, walking around with already his high boots on.

“Okay, the barley is almost ready to be harvested. But we've got to make sure the piglets are healthy when we'll sell them to Farmer MacReadie. It'll be the money for the tractor." Norman said as he paced around the table while his head was down on his hands as he buttoned up his shirt.

"So, Vincent you'll take care of the piglets. Make sure you use the Scratch-O-Matic and that you look for their food and water. Oh, and you'll collect the chickens' eggs. And Megsie, you'll feed the livestock, fill the buckets with feesh water, check if there is problems with the litters of the cows, and don't worry about milking the goats, i'll do it. Just do the cows." He said, finishing his glass of milk before starting to walk out.

"And i'll take care of the rest; i'll let the poultry out for the morning, the quick tidying of work areas, check fences for any damage, cleaning and oiling tack for the horses, sweeping the barn thoroughly, removing cobwebs, checking hay and feed supplies..."

"And don't worry about the Animal Husbandry, i'll do it. I just have to trim the animals' hooves and shear the sheeps." He explained as he walked out, glancing back to his younger siblings before saying.

“C’mon, it’s a busy day today.” Norman said, nodding out as Megan and Vincent got up and followed. Their mother, Isabel, was already gone to work at the village shop, which was owned by the slightly forgotten old lady Mrs. Docherty.

And as Norman walked in the enclosures, letting the poultry out in the clearing, he started taking the horses one by one, trimming their hooves one by one casually as the day started.

But as he worked, he couldn't help but glance back behind him in the barn as the large, wooden doors were open, with you, sat on a hay bale as you looked at Norman working. Neither his little brother or little sister knew you were here. Of course, the kid of the noble family hanging out with one of the Green children? That would gossip all through the village in barely an hour.