It took me from sunup to sunhigh to lead the cow to the
market. She had stopped producing milk, so Father told me to go swap her for supplies.
But when I finally got there, practically everyone was
focused on the fancy dressed old man, Dr. Quacksalver he called himself. He
kept going on about how his Tonic was a cureall. I knew Father’s back was
bothering him, so I offered a trade.
I should have been upset when it didn’t work. But without
that ‘Doctor’, I’d have never worked out how I could make a living on my back…
(Thanks to Tree for the suggestion!)
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