We are stopping in front of the horse stable, where we have to do the weekly task the people who work as a slave for this demonic family are doing, clean the horse stables. From the memories of the child, I can pretty much say this a hard and painful task because of the horses who are not any ordinary horse you can see at the peasants with money or at the noblemen, these are horses with wings and who are able to fly.

To handle this type of errand we have to get these horses outside their home, and let them eat the grass. It was an easy part of this errand because the horses were not acting scared towards us, indicating they know we are the people the Thornosian family thought we are. We put the horses on their small area, a pen made for two horses-with-wings containing water and a source of nutritious grass for these fantastic animals.

After we finished this, Fiona and I are walking to the horse stable, equipped with wood rakes and shovels to take out the manure of these animals. Fiona opens the main door of the horse stable, and she hands me the rakes.

"You use the rake to move the grass into a pile, while I use the shovel to take out the crap of these animals. Alright?"

"I understand." I respond to Fiona.

And we both start working on our task to clean this horse stable.

It took us a while, but we did made a good team by cleaning this place. All of the weed horses used to step on them and for laying their manure on it, we throw it outside, on a wheelbarrow where I will send it and throw at a hole. After this, I put that weed on fire by using a small spell from my hidden wand I keep it hidden under my clothes. After this, I look at the fire for a few moments, then head with a wheelbarrow to take another dump of weed and throw it to the fire.

After we completed this task, which took a bit more time because we had problems with racks and pitchforks, we go into the house. After we entered the house, we got face to face with the Father Thornosian, and he is angry. He yelled at us.

"You two have to do some cleaning! This house is dirty! And you two smell like crap!"

"W-We had to clean the horse stable." says Fiona to him.

"Oh, really... Then after you clean this entire house, you two will clean it. Again!" he says leaving the house with a bag carrying on his right hand.

Fiona and I are obeying the man order, and we start to clean this house, which wasn't dirty, needed a little dust cleaning with the broom, dusting off the table, and putting some kids toys into their boxes. We thought it was easy, until, we had the challenge to do the cleaning while the little kid was annoying us, throw the toys from their boxes, and he even smashed the plates on the floor and yelled for his Father, but thankfully, the Father has left, leaving me and Fiona in charge of the house.

Dealing with a kid like this was easy for me because I lived in the Orphanage for at least ten years, and I had to supervise a lot of small kids who were looking so high at me. But I also dealt with troublesome kids. But on Fiona case, it was quite hard because her personality did not match the one she is disguised as.

After a troublesome clock, we managed to do the cleaning of the entire hour, and after that, the Father appeared, coming with an empty bag. He looked at us, then at the room, then back at us.

"You did good cleaning! however, the horse stable smells bad! Go and clean it! Now!"

And we go back to cleaning the horse stable for the second time.