One Shots

Newspaper Boy-Ziki

Kiki's POV

It all started on that day. I went to help my uncle Fred on his farm, still in my freshman years.

I walked up to the farmhouse and knocked.

"Uncle Freddie? You there? Daddy sent me to help you today!"

The door swung open a little too fast.

I let out a grunt, as my nose took the full force of it.

"Oh! I'm so sorry sugarplum! I didn't mean it! Com'ere! Lemme' see!"

He came over to me, and gave my nose an inspection for a second.

"Ah. It's nothin'. You'll be fiiine. Now, get to work! Here's the list~"

He handed me a small list with 4 things on it.

Feed horsies
Feed pigs
Feed chickens
Collect newspaper

I looked it over again. "I have to feed a lot of things." I mumbled, and started walking.

I went to the pigpen, and dumped the scraps that I found next to the gate, into the trough.

"Check."

I put a check next to the part that said

Feed horsies
Feed pigs ✔️
Feed chickens
Collect newspaper

I smiled and moved on.

I walked to the barn, and filled all the pens with hay, and water.

Picking up a bucket of carrots, I fed each one of them one individually.

Smiling, I said,"G'bye horsies!" And walked out.

Now, the chickens.

I went over to the shed, and grabbed a bag of dried mealworms.

Carefully, I walked into the mesh fence, and poured the worms into the trough.

I took the bag back to the shed, and slapped my hands off against each other.

"Okay."

I checked everything I had done off the list, and looked over it again.

Feed horsies✔️
Feed pigs✔️
Feed chickens✔️
Collect newspaper

All I had left to do, was to collect the newspaper.

I smiled and walked to the entrance of the farm.

I heard faint yelling.

It sounded like:
"Groove! Groove! Yelp!"

I started laughing at the silliness of that phrase.

Then, a small figure appeared in the distance.

Coming closer.

He got closer, and closer, and I stood there trying to figure out who it was.

"Groove! Groove! Yelp!"

No.

"Move! Move! Help!"?

Oh no.

He got really close, and the bike rolled over a rock, about the size of my fist.

He wasn't ready for it. He stumbled, and fell off the bike with a tumble.

On top of a bush.

I just stood there, trying to contain my laughter.

He looked up at me.