The villagers are in an uproar, the ones who want the machine houses against those who don't.
I know what to do to make things right again. I will put and end to that fight...
Ah, lad, finally you're back.
Be a good boy and go tell these idiots that they have to accept progress, chop chop.
No, mister Pryce.
I was so blinded by what your technology could do for us that I didn't even consider if my friends wanted it.
They are idiots! We are the true visionaries leading the sheep to its glorious tomorrow!
Wrong Mr Pryce, they are not sheep.
They are people and they have a say on what they want their tomorrow to be.
I have pieces of paper here. We will all write what we want: a machine house or a wooden house.
No more imposing one or the other on the whole village without asking. Got it, mister Pryce?
You're making a mistake, going against progress like that!
Having our villagers voice heard *is* progress, sir. I hope one day you will see that.
Thank you Billy!
Woo hoo! The caretaker is back!