Where the Fields End

From the Harvests

The day began as it always did, a Rooster's loud holler piercing the previously silent air of the now beginning morning. The air had a light fog with a scent of honeydew that made its way into Finn's nose through his open window.

"Urgh...already? Damn." He said, getting up from his unmade and messy bed. Somebody evidently was not a still sleeper. The sun's rays glowed throughout his room giving it a cozy feeling, but there wasn't a whole lot of time for admiring right now. Finn "made" his bed by throwing the covers and blankets in a neat-enough fashion, before making his way to the dresser in his boxers and a wrinkled white tee.

"Let's see, let's see....yeah, this one will do," he mumbled, still in sleep mode. A couple more hours of sleep would've been nice right about now, but he and the pigs outside had the destiny for a reunion right about now involving a bucket of feed along with all the other duties he had to tend to this early in the morning. He wouldn't lie to himself about it though, it's not as if he hated it; in fact, he loved taking care of the animals, crops were the worst part of his life.

Throwing on a new tank top and some torn jeans, he made his way out of his room by cracking the door open and slipping through before making his way down the creaky old steps. To his surprise however, his mother was already up and in the kitchen, as the smell of eggs and bacon wafted its way up his nose and more importantly into his mind, almost immediately making him drool.

"What's cooking?"

"Just some ol' eggs n bacon, you want some? I think you have yourself coupl'a minutes before the hogs bust in the house for their fill of it," she replied laughing to herself, pressing the bacon in the pan with the spatula before scooping it along with 3 freshly made over easy eggs.

Finn took his seat at the table, plopping his already tired self into a chair for some yummy breakfast. She put the plate in front of him, the bacon still steaming. It was burnt just the way he liked it.

"Thanks, Mom, this looks really good." He said, already about to grab the bacon with his hands. His mom tapped him not so gently on the hand with the hot spatula, causing him to jump a bit in his seat.

"Don't forget to say grace! I swear, the youth these days drives me up the wall..."

"Ow, why'd you-! oh, right..my bad mom." He said, before clasping his hands together and on the table over his food, saying his grace for the food awfully quickly.

"thankyougodforthisfoodandletitnourishmybodyinjesusnameamen-"

"Real speedy. Are you sure that even counts? Come on man, do better."

Jude said through the now open doorway, before letting himself in. He noticed Finn's mom in the kitchen as he walked in, and greeted her.

"Hello Mrs. Wallace, how are you?"

"Good as I can be with my little rascal here..go on and take a seat, I'll serve you Jude." she sighed, before laughing again and turning back to the now-burning eggs. She quickly flipped them though the damage was done, the brown side staring back at her from the pan. She sighed to herself, must be getting old if she can't even cook eggs anymore she thought to herself.

Jude took a seat at the table, waiting patiently with his hands on the table. He looked over at Finn who was devouring his food without a care in the world, but he noticed Finn staring. It looked like he hadn't even realized Jude had walked in due to the breakfast tunnel vision.

"Ohf, hxy jube!", his mouth completely full of solid egg yolk, barely understandably.

"Hey, Finn. Think you got somethin' in your mouth there, hah. Ready for this morning's tasks?"