text: You stand in the goat shed, feeding Nick and Puck. You put the rest of their feed down, walking out to talk to father. Father chops wood by the wide of the house, while mother cooks and Meredith washes clothes by the stream. You walk to father, who seems quite content. Thanks to Rose, you've been eating well, and she even brought you a full deer the other day. You had to shoot it to make it seem like you had hunted it yourself, but other than that it was a cause for celebration.
  
  
  "Ah, boy! Have you checked the traps today?" 
  
  
  "Not yet, father," you say.
  
  
  Father smiles, motioning towards the soup mother's making.
  
  
  "Go, get some venison soup and head out. I need to head to town tomorrow. Get some salt to help the meat last through winter, and sell some of the excess meat. We're truly blessed with your hunting and trapping skills, Jacob. Thank the Lord for it. So tell me, will you come to town with me tomorrow?"
  > You decline to spend time with Rose
  "Ah, what a shame. You're spending too much time in those woods, son. Does it not get lonely out there?"
  
  
  You shake your head, and father sighs.
  
  
  "If that's what you want. I'll be seeing if there's any fathers with girls your age in the town, you know. You're getting old, and I'm sure with your strong features, ability to provide for a family and your humility to God, you'll have no trouble finding a wife. Ah, I'm talking too much. Go, grab some soup and head out."
  
  
  You begin walking away and head to mother, who stirs the soup slowly. 
  
  
  "Do you want some, Jacob?" she asks, not looking up. 
  
  
  "Yes, please," you say, as she dumps some of the soup into a wooden bowl and hands it to you.
  
  
  You say your thanks to her before praying to say the same to the Lord, and then quickly devour the soup. It's fairly delicious and both easily warms and fills you up easily. Now, you're ready to head out.