Noah quickly lowered his hand and put his cap back on when the door opened. He jumped a little at the sound of the dog, but eased when it was clearly but a playful young dog. He bent over and clapped it on the side. Then he looked up at the far more intimidating inhabitant. He had heard that Mr. Meijer was tall, but this man was a giant, not only taller than he had expected, but strong and bulky.

Poor school kids.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeh, yes ser." he said when he finally remembered that he had to reply. Shit. Brain. Work. "Noah Longbottom, ser. I don't know much about farmin', but I can work very hard, ser." Shit. It didn't help to begin by saying he didn't know much about farming. He could have lied about that. Like he had lied about hard work.