The fields now darker

The house is quiet and dead

Boredom filled the household

The boy now a bit older, has finally achieved his goal over the course of three years.

He was his parents special child and even though there was no affection involved most of the time his dear mommy and daddy made sure he received plenty of attention

More little ones run around the house now, causing a ruckus making the older children weary in their presence. It was no secret that the older ones despised of the young boy and his creativity.

The young boy tried everything to communicate with his older siblings but with every attempt followed disappointment.

The boys and the girls would turn him down immediately, even the halfway more descent children would do the same thing just out of spite.

But one brother the young boy had was what the other boys in the fields would call an o'l son-of-a-bitch, in a more close to home literal meaning, was what he was and what he was called.

The mean bossy and lazy son-of-a-bitch would make the boys in the fields do whatever he wanted. He basically put himself in charge, abusing his brothers and making them do his bidding.

For a long time the o'l great Dane of the household didn't sniff out what his older son was doing but once he did...

That was the end of him.