Three Brood Instigators

4. Administration Letters

Pastuzo slept till 10, in the morning. His father shook his body hard to awake him.

"What dad?" Pastuzo awoke.

"We just want to tell you that we will be working today," he said.

"On a Saturday?" Pastuzo reacted.

"Tell me about it. See you later, son," his dad said.

Pastuzo's mom approached by his bed, rubbing his hair. "Don't worry Pastuzo, all this work will give us all a happy life, we do not need to worry whether we have enough to feed ourselves no more,"

"Ok," Pastuzo said.

His mom smiled, stared around the room, opened her purse, and gave Pastuzo $10 and a paper package. "You can go out if you like, but please, help me deliver this to my applicant, address is on the label, me and your father need to go south to Daigle for a meeting," she said, showing where. "And please, don't cause any trouble today ok, you do not want to make me down, let alone your dad, ok,"

Pastuzp then said, "Ok mom, I will. Thank you,"

She smiled, and she left the room. Before she went downstairs, "I love you Pastuzo. You do know that right?"

Pastuzo then said, "Uhm... of course, I... I love you too,"

"Ok dear," she said, leaving for the car, as both parents left the house.

Pastuzo read the label, "Wallagrass? Great! Just when I thought things could get worst."

Pastuzo slept again, after having his emotions nailed yesterday. He awoke again, seeing the clock was 12, he slept again as he couldn't resist. He awoke, and it was 2, he slept again. He awoke, it was 5, and he was surprised his parents didn't return home wore his casual jacket, and skateboard southwest to Wallagrass.

Knowing it is such a distance for a skateboard to go to Wallagrass, Pastuzo saw a garbage truck right on time on the way to the next town, Pastuzo then crouched, grabbed the tailgate of the garbage truck, and stitched the garbage truck to Wallagrass. By the least, Pastuzo can enjoy the speeding air through the roads to Wallagrass, even if the dump smell is one of the obstructions for his peace. A waste collector saw Pastuzo stitching, and ordered Pastuzo to get off the skitch, Pastuzo ignored, the collector immediately opened the garbage truck paddle, Pastuzo panicked, slipped his skateboard, and crashed into the grass. "Go get a better job kiddo!" the waste collected shouted.

Pastuzo was a mile away from town, he can't believe he had to skate one mile in his mess, only to deliver a paper. Arriving in town after tiresome, Pastuzo calmly skated through the small town, ignoring the surrounding around him. He found the street he was looking for, now he needed to look for the number. While looking, a kid recognized the smell.

"Hey, you must be one of the Shitfuckers!" said the kid.

"Whatever, I'm just here to visit someone you What-the-fuck loser, get out of my sight!!" Pastuzo intimidated, and left the kid alone, both sides were annoyed. Pastuzo finally found the location, the location of the victorian house.

Pastuzo walked upstairs to the door, and rang the doorbell while looking at the sleeping golden retriever in its kennel. A woman opened the door.

"Oh, I, I am so sorry, what's that smell?" the woman reacted.

"Oh pardon me, I... I fell off my skateboard, but uhm," Pastuzo said, handing over the paper package. "Don't worry, the package is safe—it was inside by the way,"

"Oh, well, what a shame," she said.

Pastuzo tried to hold it in. "Yeah well, accidents will happen," he said.