Chrissy Moone

Chapter 10

"CHRISSY! GET YOUR BUT DOWN HERE AND DO THE JOBS" Adrian yells at five in the morning sharp.
Only a few more days, then Aunt will visit.
I throw on clothes, drag a brush through my tangled hair, and rush downstairs.

Adrian's sitting at the table, smirking as he reads his paper. I steadily walk to the counter and get a frying pan from the shelf. I rummage through the fridge, to see nothing apart from mustard in it.
"Adrian, will I go shopping? There's no food."
He looks at me sourly.

"Fine. But be exactly 30 minutes or I'll get the chain. Your time starts now." He hisses.

I race towards the shop, my hair flying freely behind me. I reach Centra and don't waste time getting a basket. I reach out and grab milk, bread, jam, eggs, butter, ham, cheese, chicken, pizza, curly fries, orange juice, apples, bananas, peaches and oranges.

It adds up to a total of €30. I practically throw the notes at them, not caring about the change. I look at my watch, I have fifteen minutes left. I run through the doors and sprint back to the small cottage. I push through the door, and see Adrian is in the same position, reading the newspaper.

I throw the things in the fridge and cupboards, and sit down in front of him. He stops his stop watch.

"Not bad, not bad at all. 20 minutes, 42 seconds, and 15 milliseconds. Now make me food" He smirks.
I nod and boil eggs and toast bread in toasted sandwich maker. After five minutes I take the bread out, lather it in butter, and put cheese and ham on it. I take the eggs out and cover them in salt. I get a glass and fill it with smoothie, and serve.

He sips slowly and chomps.
"Now, go do work on the farm" He orders, talking with his mouth full if bread and smoothie. Not the most appetizing things to see.

I pull on my wellies and stroll towards the stables. Marzipan is there, her grey coat covered in muck.
"Someone hasn't been washing you girl, have they? Or any of you guys" I look at the horses, sheep, cows, pigs, goats, chickens, ducks and dogs. Rib cages are visible on them all, and they're lathered in dirt.

I first treat Marzipan. I give her an apple and hay, then wash and brush her. I take her out for a soft trot around the fields, to get her energy pumping. I do the same to all the other horses, and they neigh at me in appreciation.
I change their hooves too.

Then I move onto the sheep. They haven't had a shave in a long time. Their fluffy locks have muck dried on to them. I wash them nicely in turn, then shave them. Much better. I give them their food and pet them. I gather up the wool and put it in a bucket to sell.

Next is cows. Them covered in flies and mud up to their knees, they whine and whimper. I wash them all thoroughly, then feed and milk them. I fill their water back up to the brim, ad for all of the other animals. I move the poor craters into a new field, where the grass is luscious and juicy. They chomp in content.

I move on to the pigs. Now they don't mind being mucky. I wash them all the same, scrubbing their back. I scratch their bellies, making them roll in the mud. Ah well. I feed them their grub, and they gobble it happily.

I move into the field holding goats, petting them all. Peanut and Hazel are shy little kids, and hold back. Reluctantly they give in to be petted. I wash them nicely, covering them in suds. When I'm done their first is soft and silky. I feed them and milk them. My hands are now pretty full, with wool and milk.

I start onto the chickens.
"Hey Roast! Hey Honey!" I coo at the two chickens, very enthusiastic. The other chickens have a lot if eggs, which make my hands VERY full.

I walk towards the pond, the ducks bobbing happily. I collect their eggs and wash them, which is quite difficult.

"Minnie! Banana! Socks!" I laugh at the dogs bounding over to me, licking me vigorously. I wash them and feed them, then run them around.

I run back to the house, grinning, my hands full with goods. I put the eggs in the cartons, the milk in jugs, and the wool in a box.
"Adrian? The animals are doing great!" I grin, feeling very happy.

I turn around to see him with a chain, and he whips me hard. I keep a straight face.

"You took two hours! I want my lunch!" He roars

Something has to be done.