I. The Beginning

It was a town of farmers and farm help, the center of a great pastureland with a great forest to the east. That was before Natropo Limited arrived an industry that produced toys and tools.

The villagers watched, bemused, as a large factory was erected with the help of the young men. The men were happy; they were getting paid for doing something they loved, building.

The foreman increased their pride when he invited them to work at the factory, feeding lumber through holes that would downsize the great slabs of wood into manageable pieces for toy making.

"It goes like this." One young man explained to anybody who would listen, or even pretend to listen. "The logs are fed through a hole affiled with razors a sharp as ma dad's sickle. As we push it wit' our strong muscles," he usually patted his large biceps at that point, allowing girls to pat them too if they were so inclined. "It loses all the rough edges and is separated inta smaller chunks. Once it's nice n' smooth, it drops into a falling tunnel. A stopper 'bout halfway down blocks it. Then, we saw it inta pieces no bigger than my bro Bobby." He indicates a height of roughly four feet, using the floor as a reference point. "Then we a store it." He concludes, grinning.

If the person was at all interested in this recital, they would continue to ask questions. If Robert, the young man, did not know the answer; he would ask the foreman and return with the answer within the day. Sometimes, the person would ask the foreman for a job and Robert would vouch for him or her.

If the person was more interested in Robert, he was a good-looking guy, than in his story; they would ask about him. Robert was always agreeable to these discussions, especially if a pretty girl was the questioner. His mother soon started to interrupt these sessions, sometimes armed with a bat.

Those who did not care simply walked away.

The foreman, called Jonnah by his mother and Honnah by his two kids (his wife simply called him 'You Twit'), agreed with Robert's enthusiastic propaganda. He made sure to correct any misconceptions that the boy had at the beginning and was proud of his pupil. Free advertising was a new business's greatest ally, only overshadowed by good feedback.

Soon, the foreman started hiring workers, he even had a side-room that the children could play in if their mothers felt like working at the factory. At first, the townspeople were hesitant, unsure of whether or not they wanted to change their lifestyle. They were not as easily lured as the young men had been. The foreman beckoned to them with kind words and lovely wages. Soon, he had three hundred workers and two rooms full of children.

Most of the toys were shipped to the company's main hanger in the east by train and by wagons. The foreman prized his workers, encouraging them to relax as they worked. He was one that believed in a happy work environment. He even gave them a week's paid leave at Harvest time. In return, his family received fresh food for free. Even the furthest farmers grudgingly conceded that the town was gradually becoming greater. Of course, their children always wanted the pretty toys that emerged from the factory and the foreman gave discounts to those who contributed to the factory. These farmers usually bought a lot of tools, getting toys to pacify the children.