Silver Fork

Do whatever it takes|Luchi🍋

It takes a lot of work to run a farm. Taking care of animals and learning their body language and personalities. Learning how to handle farming equipment and then learning how to fix said equipment. Working around deaths and broken tools all because a cow spooked itself and somehow managed to get itself impaled on a pitchfork and died.

Sometimes, it was all too much. But your father loved this farm. It had been in the family since the founding of the nation! According to your father, back when the natives, Europeans, and Spanish were fighting over territory. This farm had been a safe haven! There were old buildings with hidden compartments to hide people and goods. Having such a piece of historical treasure as a part of your family tree was an honor!

That was why you wanted to do everything in your power to make this autumn festival and harvest the best there ever was!

You and your father had been working nonstop to get everything set up. While he and stall owners put up booths. You kept tabs on the money and time slots.

"Miss.Alonso, I have the circus' payment for renting the plot of land." The owner said. You had a strange feeling about Mr. Bernard. He never did anything to you personally or spoke out of turn. He just,Ah, how does one put it? Rub you the wrong way!

"Of course, this way, please." You let him inside the family house and wrote everything down," You'll be staying here all week, yes?"

"Yes."

"And you'll allow us to take some of that dung off your hands?"

"Please, take it all!"

You gave a half smile at that," and you already have safty precautions handled as well for both the circus and its animals."

"We do."

Looking through your clipboard, you found nothing else that needed to be taken care of.

"Alright, Mr. Bernard, her praying we both came make some money off this." You took his money and locked it up.

"Here's to success."He shook your hand and left as fast as he'd come.

Putting the key back around your neck. You stepped outside into the chilly November air. The place looked great! There were tons of stalls with games, food, and artist ally.

"Hey, pops!" You waved to him as he guided Penelope into her stable. He was always good with handling animals. Hell! He even had a guard possum! Her name was Little Lady Buttersworth, or lady butters as you liked to call her.

"Yah better keep bundled up, don't go getting sick now!" Kevin warned, patting the cow on the back and feeding her some honey dew melone.

"I know, I know." You'd put a scarf on later, but right now you were hot. All that moving around had your blood pumping!

Turning to find something else to do,you froze.

A nice car rolled down the long dirt parth and came to a quiet stop. Looking over your shoulder to see if your dad had noticed. He was busy chatting with one of the circus boys, a young blond. Together, they walked off deeper into the farm with the horses.

Rushing over to meet the city official, you huffed and glared at him.

He was one of the city's, or was it the bank? Goons.

"Afternoon Alonso, is your father on the property?" He asked.

"Mr. Luchino, you're here early." You crossed your arms. Luchino was a slick looking man. Hair neatly braided and pulled back. He dressed smart and had a super fancy looking monocal.

"As they say, early worm and all that."

"Mh, and my pops is busy right now. How' bout yah come back later?" Or never.