Posted Wed Feb 24, 2016 | 443 Words | Tagged story farm workie

Andy, or Andrew as he preferred loved living in the city. Ever since he visited without telling his parents, he had fallen in love with the big city. Lots of places to go, lots of people to meet, anything you were into could be catered for. The small town he lived in was just small and nothing exciting.

That was until his dad caught him. He left his bus ticket in his jeans one day and forgot entirely when they went into the wash.

He was sent off to the farm his parents found. They had been on the phone for hours to them, he hated hearing his parents decide how HE should act, HE should do this and HE should like that. Even worse was hearing them sound concerned when he found something that made him actually happy.

The farm was in the middle of nowhere. He managed to fall asleep in the car which wasn’t good. He wouldn’t know or be able to guess where he was going to escape. He was planning on just leaving everything. He was old enough, surely he’d be able to just ditch everything and make a living in the city.

The first thing when he arrived he saw was a bland boring farm. He hoped there would be a way to get to a city somewhere from here. He couldn’t see any kind of road apart from the long windy road he took to get here.

The farmer had a county accent and tried ordering Andy to do something. He just couldn’t understand what he was saying at all. The farmer slowed his words down enough to be understood. He wanted Andy to change into some other clothes.

Andy wasn’t impressed when he had to wear a dirty old boiler suit and boots. They smelt a little funny too. He sighed and put them on anyway and the farmer started to show him around, then catching up with the other farm hands who were just as country as the farmer.

One of them helped him learn how to deal with the livestock. He seemed to take it in quite easily. He didn’t realise what he was doing for most of the day.

On the evening he got into the housing with the rest of the boys. He looked in the mirror and asked himself what he was doing. He enjoyed the day. The voice that came out his mouth wasn’t his tongue at all. A country tongue had been placed their instead.

He just smiled. He felt happy here. Yeah, this is what he was meant to be, a good country boy on the farm.