Five pieces for the children, and a smaller piece for yourself

As you are about to leave for the mill, you see a shadow in the doorway. It is Old MacGregor with his Rag n Bone cart.

"I've nothing for you today, Mac," you say tightly, trying to slip past him and into the street.

"Maybe so, my love," he pauses dramatically. "Or maybe not."

"I don't have time for games, Mac."

He smiles.

"That son of yours looking for work? I need some help with the cart."


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