Fragil paths

Have we ever been so blessed to receive a decorated plaster of porcelain amongst the dead of night when everyone is asleep: so cold, so silent with yet another breathing soul. It was really becoming of the luxurious. The breath of a nice town built from from iron casted wielding with stables that held horses, swine, and chicken coops made for a home to live in for a family of many. Yes, a family to grow old and happy with crops and cherish the life of a great one indeed.

The day struck a week and time grew longer from the dead line of when the poor family had money do for their house. You see, as settlers, making money on crops only made about a small amount of money and it didn't make enough but what the government did not know was that there was something underneath their land, but what? How could they have paid for their land with ease?