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Rikard's arms hurt as he plowed his Master's field. "You're sweating." A silky voice came from behind him. Rikard turned around and saw Shora, his Master's daughter, sitting idly on a flat rock. "Yeah," Rikard waved his hand dismissively. "Your shirt is drenched," Shora pointed out. "What do you want?" He asked her. She just smiled. Rickard sighed and returned to his work. Shora started singing. Fortunately, Rickard didn't wasn’t a hot head, and he hated seeing children cry, so he didn't yell. Shora was always trying to attract attention. He had learned to ignore it. A rabbit hurriedly scurried in front of Rikard, knocking him over. Shora giggled. Rikard glared at her, got up, dusted himself off, and continued to plow. "Why don't you yell?" Shora asked. "What?" Rikard looked at her. "Why don't you yell," she repeated, "like my mother." Rikard didn't answer. Fortunately, Shora saw a butterfly and quickly forgot her question.

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