Puss In Boots

Poor-In-Boots: Part 1

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. - Mother Theresa

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"Stable boy!Stable boy! I need your help carrying this!" a loud voice boomed through the air as Jake threw another bundle of hay into the cattle's pen. Jake looked up and sighed exhausted from his work, having been forking hay all day, he tiredly looked across at the small, black cat a few feet away perched on the wooden beam in the old shed.

"You're as lucky as ever to be a cat," he grumbled softly, sticking the pitch fork on the mound of hay with a bit too much force and then heading out the door, but not before petting the feline. It inclined it's head slightly, almost to say, I know right, and Jake couldn't help but smirk at it as he walked off reminded of the other more audacious feline in his life .

He rounded the hut and to see the middle aged, pudgy , balding man who called him, and had hired him as a stable hand. Jake had been working with the man for almost seven years, since he  left primary education in the village and was told the harsh truth, if he wanted to eat, he had to work. Yet, despite all of these years that guy always yelled at him rudely, and Jake was certain he didn't even know his name.  But, I guess that happened when you were practically at the bottom of the food chain,  he thought lamely. He waved to the man so he'd stop screaming for him, Jake was well aware of his position afterall, he was constantly surrounded by the smell of cow manure and sheep dung, and forced to do any random odd job James Hordy gave him, he really didn't need the reminder that he was a stablehand. It was as clear as night and day, and it was what Jake had come to accept.

Jake stopped a few feet in front of his boss, despite the fact the man was about twice his age, Jake easily towered over him at 6'1, and was definitely more muscled. There was at least one advantage of manual labor, Jake was definitely well built, muscular and by most estimations very handsome, and because of that he had his fair share of girls showing interest in him, although none really caught his attention, as they giggled when he passed. His brother, Jason on the other hand took full advantage of their genes, and good looks, and was well known in their town for charming skirts off of the 19th century girls in Corte village where he lived. Most of that didn't matter to Jake though, flirty village girls, nor get rich quick schemes, like his eldest brother Jackson, liked to be involved in, really made him burn with desire. For Jake, life was just living day by day. Going to work, being paid just enough to feed himself and taking care of his father and their family cat. It wasn't even to say he was happy or content, more so  just he was resigned. He long understood his place in life, he was the son of a poor miller, who's mill was broken and old. His father was sick, and mother long dead, his brothers were looked down on by everyone as completely useless, and Jake was certain, he wasn't going anywhere either, so why try. For what purpose should he think of doing more than just shoveling dung daily, the only thing he had to look forward to was his crazy,moody, audacious cat, who had a way of yanking his chain and adding a bit more fun to his life, even if it was just because he wanted to see what devious thing the cat would do next. However, aside from that there was nothing. It was 535 years after the dark age and there was a saying in the world, if you're born a pauper, you'll die the same way, that's how it's been and that's how it always will be. So, what was the point aiming for anything, when the best he'd get was a stupid mill that would break down in a few years. If he had any interest at all it would be reading books on politics, geography, economics and things like that, but the truth was that wasn't much use in his 'role' as a poor miller's kid. So he generally resigned himself to these tasks of manual labor, this would be just his life, and all it ever would be.