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they come to pass, but this one,” Keegan paused as he and Braidden stared at each other, “I don’t believe this one will come to pass. Girls are just giddy. They annoy me!”
     
    “And they always will, just as it annoys you every time I down you when we wrestle,” Braidden said as he lunged forward with an outstretched arm.
     
    Keegan wrapped his arms around his brother’s chest as Braidden wrapped his arm around Keegan’s neck. Keegan pushed against Braidden with all of his might but to little avail. Braidden’s grip tightened around Keegan, and he pulled up on Keegan's head, making the world around Keegan buzz frantically. Braidden then quickly pushed down on Keegan's shoulders and back and wrapped his ankle behind his calf, causing Keegan’s knees to buckle and bring him to the ground instantly. He pulled Braidden to the ground as he fell, and both boys rolled around in the dirty street.
     
    They wrestled each other on the ground until Alia came to the door of the hut. “Keegan, Braidden, time to eat, you silly boys,” she called. “You had better not leave that wood there in the road. Someone might trip upon it,” she added, trying to sound very grown up.
     
    Both boys unlocked each other instantly and scooped up some wood before they sprinted for the hut. They both tried to fit into the door at the same time, but Braidden’s bundle of wood pushed against Keegan’s shoulder, jamming him against the door post, and Keegan’s wood jabbed Braidden in the ribs, making him groan. Braidden twisted himself and let Keegan through the door first. They placed the wood near the fire, then each took his own place to eat.
     
    Their father walked in at that moment and smiled to see his small family. He took notice of the large pile of wood near the fire.
     
    “Are our boys extra hungry and want more cooked or do they just wish for a large fire?” he asked with that familiar twinkle in his eye.
     
    “Keegan seems to have taken over most of my old chores. I’m not used to him doing it and completing it so quickly,” Braidden explained, ruffling Keegan’s hair.
     
    “Well, someone had to do your chores while you were gone with Father, and if I didn’t bring the wood for the fire and do other chores, then I didn’t eat,” Keegan said as he eyed the porridge that his mother dipped into individual bowls.
     
    “Very good. Then, Braidden, you can help me in the field today while Keegan does the chores. I will need your help,” his father said as he sat down. “And when you’re done with the chores, Keegan, you also will come and help.”
     
    “Yes, Father,” replied both boys.
     
    “That is if the two of them don’t get stuck in the door again,” Alia giggled.
     
    Their mother placed their bowls in front of them and sat down with a smile on her face.
     
    “Oh, it is good to be home,” their father said with a contented smile as he took his wife’s hand and squeezed it.
     
    Keegan smiled, too, as he thought how good it was to have father and Braidden home.
     

     
    Keegan wiped the sweat from his brow and looked around. He had finished his chores early and gone out to help his father and Braidden work the field. He was most pleased to see that it was half finished now. He was glad to work with his father, and he had fun throwing dirt clots at Braidden, but farming was back breaking work. He would rather go hunting with his father or tend to livestock with Braidden rather than farm.
     
    Keegan looked at the sky then took note of his shadow on the ground and realized that it was nearly time for the evening meal. He saw that many of the farmers had already stopped working their fields and were on their way to the village. He watched as his father looked at the sky and then his shadow on the ground also before picking up a few tools.
     
    “Braidden, Keegan. Let us stop for the day and go back to the village. Pick up the tools and bring them with you,” Keegan’s father ordered as he began