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The seasons came and the seasons went, and that feeling that welled inside of William had withered away. Once his sister's "Woe is me" attitude had died down, their lives had switched to the mundane. Everyday William would wake up as the sun rose, he would head out to Mr. Buxton's farm, work until evening came, return home, eat supper, fall asleep reading his book, and start the whole process over the next day. When a year had finally come and gone, William still worked at the farm, Virulent still walked to town to shop with money she didn't have, and their father still slaved over his woodwork, hopping that someone would buy his tables or chairs. Autumn was just beginning to fall, and Virulent had a very important announcement to make.
"Father, I have something to tell you," she said with excitement.
Her father was a little hesitant to ask, "Yes, dear, what is it?"
"I have learned that there is a fair in the city and I," she said with confidence, "have reserved you a plot to sell you woodwork."
"With what money?" her brother shouted. "Virulent! Have you not fully understood that we do not have the money for such frivolity!"
"It's not my money, William", she stated, matter-of-factually. "It's Ms. Neff's money. You know she fancies you father."
"How did she come to do this?" the older man asked.
"I told her about it of course" she said proudly.
"Well, Virulent, that was very.." William had to choose his next word carefully, "generous of you."
"Of course, brother, what kind of lady do you think I am?" Virulent huffed. "Besides, father going to the fair will increase business for us."
Ah, now I see your motivation!"
Just as his sister was going to retort, their father interjected. "I want to thank you darling. This is a blessing! I must prepare. The fair is only a few weeks away. William, my som, I will need your help. You are going to have to tell Mr. Buxton that you will be gone for an unknown time. I know what you are thinking," he rushed, seeing William prepare to speak, "but this is good for us. Please William."
The young man sighed. "Alright, father. I will do this for you." They embraced and their father hurried out to pack.
"I'm sorry that you have to leave your job William" Virulent said with sincerity.
"It's alright sister. I'm sure that it will all work out."
That whole week William and his father bought their supplies. William left work, they packed their things, they hitched their horse, Marie, kissed Virulent, and they were off. It was a four day journey to the city, and so, by the sixth day, they knew that they were hopelessly lost.
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