It was another fond day in Broadacres, a village by the border of Stonedeans was small yet it held perpetual fondness, the field were covered in greens, waiting for its time to harvest. In the middle lied a small wooden house with thatch for it's roof.
"Catch me if you can,I dare ya, ma." A child's shrill voice echoed throughout the house, it was a boy with his mischievous grin painted across the lips, running around the dining table while seemed another figure, a lady seen struggling in chasing the child. She tugged her dress up, allowing herself to run faster, "Helm, you naughty boy! Give me back my ladle!" The lady exclaimed, though her tone was loud, yet not angered. She smiled as if she allowed herself to be played by the child, chasing the boy around. She was undoubtedly the child's mother for they shared the same smile.
The play lasted a minute, though it felt an hour. It ended when the child made his attempt to the door only to open from the other side as a tall figure showed by the door. The child ran too quick and it brought folly for he crashed upon the figure, incapacitating his feet, "Ugh..." The boy muttered. The tall figure who was a man stood motionless, but then the silent broke and at sudden he bent himself, and large two arms attempting to embrace the child, "I have you now, boy." He grinned, lifting the boy up to his level and swung the child in the air. The boy merely gasped in response, only for laughter to break within the house as the family reunited. "Now come, lunch awaits." A soft voice beckoned the two as they played, signifying them to eat.
The play ended shortly as they gathered for lunch. The tall man of broad shoulder was no less the child's father, his posture was born a rider, yet his hands proved of a farmer and his skin was burnt under the sun. On the other side, his wife was pale and lovely, with a touch of honey painted on her cheek which had to be the result of the child's jest. On the table, there served a loaf of sweetbread placed on a wooden plate, three wooden bowls in which all three of them were filled by the same dish, a stew that had chunks of beans and vegetables drifting on, it's overall gave a sweet and savory scent. They were intrigued by the dish served save for the boy, he pondered in silent as he stared into the dish. The lady sighed at the boy's reaction and placed her palm onto his, "Helm, what is wrong?" The lady asked with a gentle tune, "It's stew with sweetbread, honey sweetbread at that, your favourite." The boy sat and rested his cheek on his palm, while the other hand stirred the spoon around the bowl, "I'm not hungry." He muttered with a flat tune. The lady simply frowned in worry then glanced in gesture at her husband, "Baldbearh," she whispered. The man showed quiet the opposite of the child, enjoying his meal wholeheartedly, but then he realized that something was amiss as he returned his gaze to her, then he came to the child, "Helm my boy, tell you what. Finish your meal and we will have a stroll by the woods." A gleam of brightness was shown in the child's face hearing the uttered word, then he asked hastily in return, "Really?" His eyes were hopeful for that. Baldbearh nodded, though he added a few more lines in whispers, "But don't tell your mom" He winked, though his wife clearly heard what those two said, but she simply chuckled and shook her head. The man gave a cheeky grin to his wife for his succesful attempt, and so the three continued to eat, with now the boy being too quick to finish his meal, for he was too excited at his father's word.
Their life were simple and cheerful, as every great tale began.
