In the grassy fields of St. Joseph Village, where two brothers playing, and catching some grasshoppers.
"I got one!" Victor said joyfully.
"Put it in your plastic bottle." Jerald the older brother told him.
The boys continue searching for more grasshoppers to catch and put them in their empty water bottles to play with them, or whatever they want to do with it.
"SNAP!"
"What?"
"I've got it away!" Victor cried."Just try it again, Vict. It won't kill you."
Victor tried searching for more grasshoppers. But it seems like the grass was running out of grasshoppers. At least he got five, Jerald only got three. Victor wanted ten or more.
Suddenly, the sun was already setting.
"C'mon Victor, it's time to go."
"Hold on a minute!" Victor said, determined to catch more as fast as he can.
Jerald waited for his brother as he watched the sun setting in the sky, listening to the sound of the wind blowing towards the grassy fields - it was cold and windy. He remembered when their parents left, unexpectedly. Uncle Eduard or Ed and Aunt Cala is the one who look after them. Their mother abandoned them for some reasons, their father went overseas to work. Jerald had three siblings - Renz, Jane, and Victor. Renz is the eldest brother, Jane is the second to the eldest and only sister they ever had, then Jerald, and then the youngest one - Victor. Both Renz and Jane are away for school, they were on camp.
"Rald!" Victor called from the distance. "You've been staring at the sun for too long! Do you want to get blind!? I can poke a stick in your eyes if this helps." Victor teased in a playful way. The sun was already set and the sky started getting dark.
"Shut up, Vict."
"Let's go!" Victor said.
As they rambled through the grassy fields, their tousled hair wave along with the cold wind.
"Rald, how many did you got?" Victor questioned.
"I only got three." Jerald answered. "You?"
"Thirteen."
Jerald stopped walking and opened his container.
"Vict, take mine. You can have it." Jerald said.
"What about yours?" Vict asked.
"I ain't gonna die without it, y'know?"
The brothers stopped in the middle of the fields. Victor opened his container filled with grasshoppers while his brother gently take his own grasshoppers one by one, and put it into Victor's container.
"Done." Jerald announced. "C'mon Vict, we should be home before it gets really dark or else Uncle Ed, and Aunt Cala will gonna get mad at us."
The boys skipped through the green grassy fields going back home.
When the boys arrived in their village, they saw Uncle Ed sitting on the bench outside having some fresh air near their house.
"Heya boys! You two must be really tired and hungry." Uncle Ed called, as the boys passed by. "What are you two doing all this time?"
"We've been playing in the grassy fields catching some grasshoppers." Victor replied immediately.
"That would be nice. How many did you got?" Uncle said.
"I used to have thirteen, Jerald had only three but he gave it to me. So I have sixteen in total."
"Didn't your brother want one?"
"Nope. He said I can have his." Victor said.
"Yeah, I'm fine. He can have mine." Jerald added.
A few minutes later, Aunt Cala called from inside the house. "Alright boys, get ready for dinner! Food's almost ready."
They all went inside the house to wash their hands, the food was already sitting on top of the table, then they sit on their seats and started eating.
"So, where you've been boys?" Aunt asked the boys while they're on the table having their dinner.
"We've been to grasshopper hunting today." Jerald answered while his mouth was full.
"Rald, don't talk when your mouth is full. You might get choked, young man." Uncle told him, Jerald nodded yes and continued eating.
"I got sixteen grasshoppers because Jerald had three grasshoppers, but he gave it to me. I used to have only thirteen." Victor said.
"That's incredible, you have a lots of grasshopper pets now, huh? Now you continue eating your dinner and be full." Aunt Cala told Victor as she passes the plate with roasted chicken to him and to everyone of them. And so, they all enjoyed their dinner that night.
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Action*Just sharing my Grade 8th short story project for English Language Arts class* -Well, I don't even think it's a short story anymore. Two brothers playing in the grassy fields of St Joseph Village, went out on a dangerous adventure after meeting an...