The door slammed open as a burly man barged into the tavern. His muscles strained as he was carrying a sack of potatoes in one hand and a well-sized turkey in the other. He took long strides to the tavern counter and relieved his burden on the table loudly.
“What is the occasion for such a big feathered feast, Baro?” joked the short and stout man who was a frequent visitor of the tavern. He sat on a stool and few feet from where the Baro laid the potatoes and turkey.
“There is no need for a special occasion! I just got lucky with this one here! Should have seen the way I shot that arrow, Ronnie!” Baro beamed back as he showed off his prized catch again. Baro went around the bar and pushed through the wooden doors to the back. “Hey, Tilly! I brought back a mighty good catch and some potatoes from Shollybrook town. We’ll be eating well, and so will our patrons!” Baro shouting in the back. Tilly came out from the kitchen and laid her eyes on the massive turkey that was lain on the bar.
“Aye! We shall be eating a feast!” Tilly said with excitement and mouth-watering. It was still a bit early on in the day, so the bar wasn’t as full as it was at night. Only a few of the regular patrons showed up, whether or not they had finished their work in the fields or whatever profession they had a job in.
Let me know if you enjoy stories like this one! I will definitely continue this story as it involves the holidays. For now, happy Thanksgiving!