I walked into the shed, then looked at the bucket, just there in its lonesome. For a few moments, I imagined the bucket was mocking me, saying something along the lines of, 'you tried so hard to avoid me, but in the end, I was inevitable.'
That was probably a little overdramatic considering I was just staring at an inanimate object in a still room, but it felt like that nonetheless.
With a sigh, I walked over to pick up the bucket and began to process.
Going to and from the river was annoying, to say the least. It not only took a considerable amount of time, but it didn't feel like I was progressing. The rate at which the farm was being watered was just so slow.
If I went too fast, the water in the bucket would spill out, but if I went too slow, it would take far too long to finish watering the farm.
There were several times where I wanted to just quit.