Post by Ulrich Thistle on Feb 1, 2015 21:44:02 GMT -5
The toughest time of the year was prepping the farm for the next harvest. You had to finish your work on the last field and prep the next one. Thankfully Ulrich had some help with it. While he spread the rotting produce and farm waste around his previous field, his skeleeton friends were hard at work breaking up the ground in one of his previous fields. It had taken him so long to clear enough stones from the earth to actually grow things here. He felt he would do a better job of growing rocks with how many he removes each time. The only living member of this farm team tossed the last bit of waste onto the ground and wiped his brow. He looked off toward the other field, seeing one of the skeleetons being pulled by a bone horse. Ulrich couldn't believe his luck when he saw it. A full skeleton picked clean of meat. Typically when he finds them in this condition at least a few key bones were taken by predators. Lucky lucky.
"OOOOOIIIIII!!! KEEP THE LINES STRAIGHT! DON'T JUST PLOW IN ANY DIRECTION!"
Ulrich shouted across the farm at the driver of the plow. The skeleeton just waved back at him as if that were some kind of acknowledgement. Ulrich just sighed. The help was nice, but they weren't always the most reliable farmhands. You can't teach an old skeleeton new tricks, or at least he thought. He walked to his tool shed next to the barn. The cottage was easily within sight as well as the four fields he used. He couldn't help himself stopping and admiring his work. When he first got here this area was forest. The farm was surrounded by trees on all sides. He needed the shelter against the wind and so the occasional traveler didn't see his helpers and panic.
He plucked a hoe off of the rack and went back to the field. Sure enough, the lines weren't straight. At least they had gotten the hardest part out of the way. Ulrich swung the hoe into the softened earth and worked it the way he needed it. Each year he and a couple of his bulkier skeleetons had to break up the field by hand. It was one of the reasons he was built the way he was despite being so thin. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a bone horse to do this for him. He would have to pay his respects to whatever harvest goddess graced him with this blessing.
Aaliyah
"OOOOOIIIIII!!! KEEP THE LINES STRAIGHT! DON'T JUST PLOW IN ANY DIRECTION!"
Ulrich shouted across the farm at the driver of the plow. The skeleeton just waved back at him as if that were some kind of acknowledgement. Ulrich just sighed. The help was nice, but they weren't always the most reliable farmhands. You can't teach an old skeleeton new tricks, or at least he thought. He walked to his tool shed next to the barn. The cottage was easily within sight as well as the four fields he used. He couldn't help himself stopping and admiring his work. When he first got here this area was forest. The farm was surrounded by trees on all sides. He needed the shelter against the wind and so the occasional traveler didn't see his helpers and panic.
He plucked a hoe off of the rack and went back to the field. Sure enough, the lines weren't straight. At least they had gotten the hardest part out of the way. Ulrich swung the hoe into the softened earth and worked it the way he needed it. Each year he and a couple of his bulkier skeleetons had to break up the field by hand. It was one of the reasons he was built the way he was despite being so thin. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a bone horse to do this for him. He would have to pay his respects to whatever harvest goddess graced him with this blessing.
Aaliyah
