"You clumsy oaf, hurry up! This is a very important celebration! Move your stupid feet faster, faster!"
Wine Barrel, wearing an apron, shouted at the young kitchen helper in the distance.
"Yes, Mr. Wine Barrel!" Oak Basin, holding the peeled potatoes and panting slightly, sped up her already-running pace.
"Dammit! Slow down, you're kicking dust into the pot!"
"Yes, Mr. Wine Barrel!"
"Pour them in the pot and keep stirring." Wine Barrel was busy with his own task—shucking oysters for soup—but didn't forget to instruct his assistant. "If you slack off, the bottom of the pot will get mushy, just like your brain!"
"Yes, Mr. Wine Barrel!" Oak Basin didn't dare to slack off for a second.
Throughout Porcupine Castle, everyone was bustling about.
Young maids were cleaning; the castle needed to be spotless for the day.
