A Hungry Home
Timbletin sat in his manor.
He had little to eat.
His pantry was bear of the day and the age deer ven and potatoes.
Timbletin always thought he would have plenty to eat.
According to other jobs he did was plenty but not the case.
Timbletin was back to his self on how can I make a coin.
Another job hunt
Timbletin left his bear pantry and manor.
He trotted the streets on his last jobs earning horse he named smite.
Smite was a name gig in to his horse after shaking up a villager who stole an Apple and got caught cause his horse sneezed prior to the thief and him hiding not far from him.
So Timbletin and Smite searched the castles village for new jobs.
The villagers were all so happy and no one they each talked to had jobs.
Well,until they reached the local bar and tavern.
I here your looking for a job Timbletin?
I sure am Timbletin had said.
Welp an younger man persuaded I have one for you.
How much and what's the job Timbletin asked?
The job is to bring me back four mountain beaver tails.
Four mountain beaver tails?
Four Beavers It Is
The olden peoples trails were on Timbletins mind.
Timbletin knew that there were the snake pike river and the ranger peak damns there and there would surely be beavers as well as the tremor tail mountains.
The trott started immediately after convoy and job exchange.
Timbletin had trotted eight miles and was not longer than a day To get to his destination.
He made camp for a few hours and began his job before nightfall.
Timbletin searched for loose sticks and had some tie rope and extra items in homemade pouches on smite.
Timbletin made a quick stick net trap.
He placed six of the traps in four dams throughout the mountains terrain.
Timbletin rested another eight hours.
The forests,rivers,dams and mountains sounded of fierce creatures in the night.
Each sounding a squeak and a squaw and a reeow.
Spooky was the night until morning day break.
Four on back
Timbletin awoke daybreak.
He checked his traps.
The first a beaver.
The second another beaver.
The third another.
The fourth one more.
Every trap Timbletin laid was a beaver.
Timbletin was an expert jobsman and traveller.
He knew his way around mostly.
He caught six beavers.
And he packed up camp.
The pay is good.
Timbletin trotted eight hours back to the bar and tavern.
He met the young man and handed his catch.
The young man said Blanca thanks you and paid Timbletin three hundred gold.
Blanca was his name.
Three hundred gold was a years worth of food.
One to three gold per meal along with two extra beavers to eat.
Timbletin soluted the young man.
He ended his journey back at home with the love of smite and the years worth of food and lastly An warm bed to sleep in.
To Be continued