Each passing day in Slashton, something out of the ordinary is bound to occur. That, of course, is assumed as ordinary to the residents. Any newcomers, visitors or tourists are almost certainly in shock as their first full day ceases.
My name is of no concern to you. Why do you ask?
Hmm. You deserve to know. My name is Ford, and I am a general doctor in Slashton. One of the finest of my kind, I am told! I regularly scold myself not to acknowledge the pride this gives me, yet I have my moments of self-indulgence. I am only human, after all.
I was recently given the utmost pleasure of witnessing two loved ones reunite after two years apart, one of which I am acquainted with quite dearly. Morgan had departed from his comfortable home life to begin a career as a farmer at the juvenile age of eighteen, much to his father's disapproval.
My opinions are neutral. I am partial to a spot of gardening myself, and I know how it feels to pursue a dear ambition. However, his father has his right to be anxious, as his brother began a farming life and ended all contact with him. Morgan could get himself into all sorts of scrapes (that I would have to fix for him! How tiring!)
Speaking of Morgan, he approached my clinic by horseback this morning with a cheerful grin plastered across his face.
"Ah, Morgan. What can I do for you today?" I greeted him fondly.
"Eh, just the usual stamina recovery tonic you always do perfectly." I believe he winked at me at this point, which was unorthodox. I began pouring the mixture into the bottle all the same, as I could not refuse just for his unusual reactions. This was a serious business, and the medicine was crucial. "Horacio got me doin' some extra part-time jobs as payback for me not showin' up yesterday..."
"Ah, yes. Wasn't one of your cows ill? Was it Joseph?"
"That's the one, Ford. That's the one. Poor guy." He stared at the floor.
"Remember, it isn't always your fault when they fall ill. They're always vulnerable. You did your best, and that is enough for them." I forced a gentle smile, as I am used to a deadpan expression. Morgan appreciated my advice and left the clinic at once.
I cursed internally. Morgan's boots were exceptionally dirty, almost saturated in mud this morning! Oh, I'd have to clean all of this up, but I don't want to touch any mud... Curse this germophobic personality of mine...
"Want any help with that, buddy?" To my rescue came Wayne, the heartthrob postman of the town that every female eventually fell for. "I know how much you despise the stuff." He grabbed the mop I kept in the cupboard and began to scrub the floors until they sparkled and gleamed.
"My sincerest thanks, Wayne. You do know how to support everyone, don't you?" He nodded bashfully and placed the wet mop back into its bucket. "I appreciate your help, but I do not know how to repay you..." I adjusted my glasses in shame.
"Aw, shucks. You don't have to do nothing. Just say hi when you can, and I'll be the happiest boy in town." Greetings. I could do that.
After my work was over, I locked up the clinic and approached the crossroads on my nightly walk. A mysterious figure was loitering outside Morgan's farm, much to my suspicion.
"E-excuse me? C-can I help you, Sir?" I stuttered.
"I'm just waiting for my son to return. You surely know him, right?" He turned his head. Nodding, I remembered where I last saw him.
"He'll be at the restaurant by now. Shall I pass a message on?"
"Yeah. 'I'm sorry for not believing you could do it. Please can you come to your farm right now.' Want it in writing?"
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The Intriguing Emotions of Ford
Kısa HikayeI wrote this when I was 11 don't judge me And yes I based this on Story of Seasons - Trio of Towns don't sue me :)
