Part one of Middle aged Job

Good day. That were my first words. If your reading this then you would probably like to read more if I'm not mistaken. Well then it all started on the day I was born. You know, back then people didn't have hospitals like you have now. Oh no. People were born in their homes. The old fashion way. Just lie down on your cozy bed and let your husband pull out the baby! Well at least thats how my family did it. You see when i was born it was the year 1109 in the heat of the middle ages when King Henry ruled England. So you see I grew up a long long time ago. Many people dont realize how much we have changed since then. Well reader you are lucky because I will take you for an adventure into the middle ages. Just join me at chapter one and we will be off.

Good day young traveler! I see you decided to join me on a quest to find out the real middle ages then? Well grab a chair and get comfortable cause today you will be working as a gong farmer and you don't want to miss that now do ye? Okay hop on Old Margy here and we'll be off. So while we are riding let me tell you a bit about being a Gong farmer. First of all your probably wondering what the jitters a Gong farmer is right? Well let me tell you this. It is a very gruesome job. Some people die. But not from falling or murder or anything physical but from the damn nasty stench that seeps off those gong piles. Ok I'm only joking! Who ever heard of people dieing from an awful smell? Rubbish. I'm a person that enjoys the smell. Smells like hard work is what my father always said. So see those gong piles over there in that field? Well thats were we take our excrement. And see that castle waaaaaaaay of in the distance? Thats the castle we will be visiting today for your gong farming. But why is the castle so far away from the gong piles? Well do you think people would want some human excrement stinking up their fields? So it's our job to empty the cess pits and clean up the privy or garderobe or latrine whatever you call it, it still needs to be emptied.

So what is your name young traveler? "........................" Ok ummmm lets just call you traveler. So traveler what brings you here? "..................." Do you seek adventures? "....................." Money? "......................." Personal gain? "........" The silent type eh? I can deal with that. So anyways what you do is you dig up a whopping cess pit with a shovel and put the doo into the wheelbarrows. Then when your done doing that just wheel in your barrow to the gong piles we saw earlier and come back for some more. We do this until all of the cess pit is cleaned up. Ok we're here. Just follow me we need to go a bit closer to the castle were the cess pits are. Ahhh! "Oh you scared me there young Mordred!" Traveler this is young Mordred he is a full time gong farmer. "Good day traveler! What may be YOUR name?" "........." "Oh you see Mordred our friend here doesn't talk.So just call him Traveler." "Traveler!? Honestly Adam, you could make a better name for this person than traveler!" "Well Mordred you see I can't say reader because it's taken and I can't say person cause it's to bland and I obviously can't say it's a sir or lady cause i really can't tell." "Well Adam let me just make up a new name for your friend because it seems to me that you don't have any imagination. So let's call it Addison. Son of Adam." "Mordred! This Traveler is not my son! He is just in for a ride at new job experiences!" "Ok Ok. Well can it at least be a boy then? Cause i'm having trouble remembering to say it rather then he or she." Ok Mordred you may have your way. So Traveler enough with this name calling so we can go do some gong farming!