Emily and Lizzie were making dough. Sweat dripped from their brow and their hand were pale as snow. Rosie was cooking a tender chicken for the Lord. Suddenly, the bell rang and the Lord shouted, “Have you finished? I have not got all day!” “Can’t he wait for another blooming 5 minutes?” Rosie mumbled sourly. Lizzie leaned back gasping for air. “It’s so stuffy,” Lizzie panted, “Open the window Emily.” Unexpectedly, the bell rang and the scrape of a chair had the effect of a growling bear. “Hide quickly!” Rosie ordered eyes open in fright. Rosie opened an empty cabinet and shoved them in hastily.

Emily was praying, “Please don’t let us be fired.” The steps on the stairs amplified around the room, each one more terrifying then the other. Lizzie opened the door by an mm and saw Rosie trying to act normal, but failing. The door slowly opened making a long, low creek. “Where is my dinner, Rosie?” The Lord asked.

“It’s right here my lord.” Rosie answered showing the light brown chicken which glistened in the sun. “Then how were you making dough as well?” The Lord questioned fiercely, eyeing the two white lumps.“Well it’s just that… It’s just that…” She stood in front of the cabinet they were in.“Well what is in there?” The Lord asked and pushed Rosie out the way with his cane, “Well what do we have here?”

The Lord picked them both up by the scruff of the necks causing the girls to choke and claw his hands. “Why are you here?” Yelped the Lord, “I didn’t assign you both!”

“Pleeease…Lord…let…us…go.” Lizzie gasped timidly, now too tired to claw his hands. “Don’t fire us Lord,” Rosie pleaded, “Judd let them stay.”

“This is not legal, you are all going to the workhouse!”