I get home from a long day at work to see you, my tiny, calf tall servant, just standing in the living room. The house looks exactly like how it looked earlier today when I left and it is clear that you did not do your chores like you were supposed to. I take out a list of chores that you better have finished before the end of the night.

As I go to walk away I hear you mumble something under your breath. This infuriates me, seeing as I hate back talk and sass from my servants. I immediately demand you tell me what you were mumbling about and you speak up and say that you are tired ... Show more