In A New World (A Minecraft Story)

Farming Lesson

We have started loosing food as time went by. We soon were using the traps that we found to get food, but even that wasn't enough. And there were a lot there, so it was pretty good for a while. That is before Steve got caught in my trap and ended up hanging upside down from a thick branch. Honestly, it was worth the laugh.

Steve and I walked outside, just after the sun came up and the zombies and skeletons got tortured to death by the sun. I brought out a hoe and he brought the carrot and bean seeds. He examined the seeds and questioned about the carrots, for obvious reasons, like asking, "why don't we just plant the carrots themselves? And where did you get the seeds? Grass?"

I laughed, "no, but they came from inside the carrots. Have you ever looked inside one?" He shook his head. "You should." I smiled at him a little and continued walking to the farm area that I wanted to make. We started weeding the area, and he had the most fun in it. Before I knew it, I found myself watching Steve pretty much killing not only the weeds, but it looked like some beetles and worms were stuck on his sword. I almost got a sword to the head. "Whoa there, Steve! You almost killed me there." He stopped just long enough to give me a grin and continued to stab the ground. So much for getting a little common sense into him... I mentally laughed as he started making large holes in the ground.

Soon, I got him to the ground and showed how to properly weed a garden, and he snapped his fingers, "that may be a little easier." He laughed as he copied my efficient weed-killing technique of pulling everything out of the ground. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he somehow looked happy, as if Herobrine wasn't in the house or anything like that. He somehow looked as if he was in heaven, like work was like drinking an angel's milk and honey. But he was used to that, unlike a ton of teenagers right now, who are probably making an adult drag their butts out of bed and making them work or bring trapped in a house because a creeper was outside. I guess that is a unique way to do suicide if they hug a creeper. I laughed a little. Steve looked at me, "do I look funny?"

I shook my head, "no, I was just thinking of an image of what it'll look like if someone hugged a creeper here. P-."

"How is that funny?" He looked a little serious, as if he had seen it before. I was going to say people do stupid things all the time here.

"I didn't say it was. But I can see that happen, especially someone drunk..."

"Drunk?" We pretty much stopped weeding, since the weeds were almost gone, so he was leaning on the hoe.

"Yeah, some people get drunk. They drink one or more of these drinks that pretty much makes them happy, but messes up with their judgment and makes them tipsy, so they are the most likely to hug a creeper." It took him a while to get it, but he still had questions.

"What do these 'drinks' taste like?" His question made me think of my worst night of my life. That night was supposed to be awesome, until my 'friends' poured beer into a water bottle that I had drank half of it. The taste was terrible, and I spat it out and ran to a water fountain to rinse out my mouth. After I came back, my friends were laughing and telling me to drink the watered down beer that they had for me, holding up the water bottle. They were very drunk at the time, so they didn't care. That was the final hangout I ever had with those five. I stopped talking to them, but it wouldn't hurt to say that they might be in jail because of that, since the last time I saw them was driving away, because I jumped out of the car, which was going about seventy-five miles an hour, and rolled over the grass.

I shivered, hearing the sirens that came after someone pulled over and called 911 right after I jumped out, "worst. Taste. Ever!" He gave me a worried look, then shrugged it off and got off the hoe to start walking around to find more weeds.

We then started plowing the land, which was Steve's specialty, and I tossed the seeds down. When we got there, he leaned on the hoe, "not that bad, but that's all?"

I shook my head, "all we need to do is cover them up after we put some fertilizer on it."

"What's fertilizer?" He scratched his head.

I spotted a dead spider, which made me think someone sniped it last night, making me feel confident as to why we heard a gunshot last night, "follow me." I walked over to the spider and tried to pick it up, only for Steve to easily put the spider over his head, which acted like shade for him. We got to the plants and I started cutting the spider's flesh off it's bones. A stench reached my nose, so I had to put the collar of my shirt over my nose, making Steve laugh. After we  covered the seeds and flesh, I uncovered my nose, "it would be just as good to put a fish in there, like the Indians did, but we don't have fish.

Steve asked, "what are Indians?"

I laughed, "there are two types: the one in India, obviously, and the one that Christopher Columbus mistaked as the first one. I'm talking about the second one."

"And can you tell me who that guy is?" He sounded very funny to have so many questions that if randomly asked, many people would think you were going through a young version of Alzheimer's.

"He was the first to discover this nation, pretty much, only he didn't think it was a newly discovered land and thought that it was Asia."

"And-."

"Asia is on the other side of the ocean, and same with Europe, so unless we can fly an aircraft over the ocean, we won't be able to see it. I think it would be a good idea if we go west to get to the Pacific Ocean. That has calmer winds, at least compared to the Atlantic Ocean." I had to interupt him, since I knew what his question was. He was staring at the crops, expecting them to just pop out of the ground. That is really sad to watch him. "It will take a while to grow them. They don't just sprout up like they do in Minecraft."

"You mean Minecraftia. Very famous for the blocky adventures that anyone can have."

"Yeah, and it is now really famous for the sudden increase of violence that occurred here. No offence." He smiled a little and we walked away from the crops to check on the other two, then I realized, "I think we need to do something with your shirt or something to make sure we don't mistake you for Herobrine." He gave a concerned look.