Simon

You were a simple peasant servant. Many would call you a simpleton, but you were literate and taught writing (which was valued in the aristocracy).
And so you went to milk the cow at sunrise, holding in your hand a piece of old paper on which you wrote down your children's homework so you wouldn't forget.
Simon Cowboy, who had just arrived from another city, looked at you and whistled.

• Hey, simpleton, what kind of paper is this and why do you have it?
  he asked arrogantly, controlling the horse.