Stumps where hard work, Eileen knew that best as her father had been putting it off for awhile now. She thought to herself while looking over the work paper copy. Taping it against her chin she thought about it long and hard before her brain was stumped, quite literally as she knew the perfect place... It was near the garden, and there just so happened to be a mother of all stumps in the area... If it was removed they could use that spot to expand the garden... But the location too put them right next to the gardening shack that the servants only used in the morning to water the plants... The fruit bearing trees in the area too provided the proper covering from the house too, to keep too many eyes away.. not that any one would be looking....<br/><br/>With her mind made up she set out with a lunch pale, and a dustyer looking summer dress. She would be smarter this time to wear colors that would better hide any dirt that might have crossed them... First and for most she went to the man who was supervising the slaves, informing him of the stump, a few mellow nods and he agreed and Eileen was free to go off and find her stallion.... "After noon." Standing out alone in the field she was more then able to give the details... that was... if he wasn't too tired...