Collection of Stories

Potatoes

They both lay on their stomachs, as flat to the ground as they possibly could. The farmers on the field could not see them lying in the small ditch almost within earshot. The boys grinned at each other. Roran was to go first. He jumped up from the ground in one swift motion, sprinted towards the freshly picked, and more importantly, un-supervised, pile of potatoes. None of the farmers noticed as he sped off back towards his silently cheering friend with a sack of pilfered produce. Roran jumped into the ditch, next to Jared who was getting ready to jump out and steal another sack. 

"You turn, Jared." Roran teased, overly confident.

Jared kept his eyes on the prize, "Just you watch. I'll get two."

Roran laughed in disbelief,"I'd like to see you try."

"You're gonna see it happen."

"Liar."

"Thief."

"Bastard." 

"Mongrel."

"Street rat."

"The street rat that gets more potatoes than you do." And with that Jared had run towards the sacks resting against a tree stump. He picked up one sack, then with some difficulty another, began to run, tripped, fell, spilling the vegetables everywhere and cursed loudly. One of the farmers turned around.

"Oi!"

Jared could see the big 'O' on Roran's face, his head peering up just over the edge of the ridge. "Get back 'ere you bloody vermin!"

Jared scrambled to his feet and was about to yell 'Run', but Roran had already taken the initiative.

The group of farmers were not quick enough to catch the two, who had already disappeared into the forest lining the outside of the field, from which you could hear excited whooping and crashing of leaves.