Old Man: "Lad, look out there to the field. Do yew see that fence? Look how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. I piled it for months. But do they call me Jones-the-Fence-Builder? Nooo.." Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do yew see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own aching back. I carved that wood with me own hard labour, for eight days. But do they call me Jones-the-Bar-builder? Nooo..." Then the old man points out the window. "Lad, look out to sea. Do yew see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat off my back. I nailed it board by board. But do they call me Jones-the-Pier-Builder? Nooo..." Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention. "But yew get seen in a field with onegoat . . ."