I'd pick up my bag, and return home.
I'd open the front door, and went inside.
I placed the catfish on my cutting board, And pulled out my fillet knife.
I fillet'd the catfish, and sliced off the skin.
I put the fillet's in my icebox, and the remains, Chucked out of my window.
I went to my room, and grabbed a small hatchet.
I'd attach it to my belt.
I'd grab a small dagger, and tuck it away, hidden in my interior shirt pocket.
Remembering to lock my front door.
I'm making my way to the tavern, Sorry.
"I'm making my way to the tavern, I have a job cutting wood.
I'd walk outside, slightly pushing him back.
I turned around, and lock my front door.