𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐠 𝐕𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐩 𝐏𝐨𝐩

"Angry with how the Plantar farm is being run, Sprig decides to overthrow Hop Pop and causes a wreck doing it."

Tw: swearing

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It's been a while since you moved into this barn, next to the Plantars' house and next to the Wartwood. You got to know Anne better, the Plantars themselves, and some of the residents of Wartwood. It was a typical quiet village. Therefore, the Plantars had their own farm with their own vegetables. And the younger members of the family helped to do this. Including Anne. Including you. Not because you were forced to. First, you had experience in farm work. Secondly, you yourself volunteered to help. Because you were fucking bored. You were already alone for several long months, and you were not going to sit in the barn just like that, you NEEDED to do something, you NEEDED to have a normal, human conversation with at least someone. And that's why you couldn't think of anything better than this.

Work went on as usual. Three kids were pulling out weeds, and you were digging new beds. You've been doing this for a while, plus it didn't help that it was hot today and you were in your armor (because, damn, it's Amphibia, EVERYTHING is dangerous here, even in a village like Wartwood). So you were a little tired, you were hot. You refused to take off your armor, you were too stubborn. It also bothered you that Hop Pop didn't do anything. In your family, it was arranged in such a way that everyone does a part of their work, so that it was equally and honestly. No one should rest while the rest are working. Taking a break, yes, but just sitting and chilling, no. And Hopediah, frankly speaking, was chilling. One could justify that he is old, but no. You SAW how agile and fast he was, he never hurt any limb, at least you did not see, and you were around for quite a long time.

But you didn't complain, complaining with old people is useless. As you continued to dig, you heard Sprig's voice:

— Hop Pop, great idea! What if we trained the cowapillars to eat these weeds? Then we wouldn't have t--

— Hup bup bup, — you thought it was a pretty good idea, but the orange frog shut up his grandson, — Suggestion barrel's over here.

You glanced at the barrel you saw earlier. Honestly, you thought that this barrel was either just standing there, or it was a trash barrel. However, Sprig ran up to this barrel with a piece of paper and a pencil.

— Suggestion 89...

Wow, that's... a big number. You, Anne and Polly approached him.

— Hey, think he actually reads these? — Boonchuy asked doubtfully.

— Yeah, like... EIGHTY-NINTH suggestion. Pretty much, don't you think? — you also expressed your suspicions.

— Doubt it. I suggested a swimming pool months ago and that never happened.

— Oh, come on, guys. Have a little more faith in Hop Pop, — he put his paper inside, but apparently his hand got stuck. When he tried to pull it out, the barrel tipped over and underneath it was... a pit of fire. OF FIRE, JESUS CHRIST. You peeked inside, seeing Sprig's paper burnt.

— Huh? A fire pit? That's the opposite of a swimming pool.

— WHY, HOP POP?! WHYYY?!

— Because your suggestions were ridiculous. You can't just dig swimming pools anywhere! It attracts pests. Running a farm ain't easy, kids. And apparently, Y/n is the only one who understands this, because she never complained.

Yes, you knew that EVERY work ain't easy.

— Maybe. But if I were in charge, I'd listen to other people's suggestions, not burn them!