"I might need to take a break for a while, so I'll leave the little ones here in your care..."
Old Mr. Fox, dressed in waterproof coveralls, looked at the horse's head extending out of the stable, gently patting its cheek, feeling a bit nostalgic.
He said goodbye to each of the horses here, then went to check on his cattle, and arranged the work for his employees for the upcoming period.
Mainly taking care of these animals.
Old Mr. Fox was once a farmer, and only later did things change, but no matter what, his blood always held a love for farmer life.
That's how people are: when they're poor, any work they do is seen as killing their true nature, as oppressive and a sign of social injustice.
Look at the wealthy, surrounding themselves with high-end furniture, wearing neatly, drinking coffee that the poor can't afford, discussing topics that might be intense but certainly dull.
They do nothing, yet can enjoy money and all the pleasures it brings. What can the poor do?
