Peaking at 42°C, the most sweltering temperature of the day, the young man arrives home from work. Looking at the flowering trees, he spots a white netting thrown over them.
“Nice thinking, now the foxes that fly by won't get them,” the young man says, turning to his father.
His father looks over in puzzlement, “I didn't put the nets there.” As he says this, Sid strides over with a smug look plastered on his boney face.
“Hey mate, haven't seen you in years, you were only the height of my hip here,” he chirps.
“Like my orchard? Planted them myself, they're about to fruit soon,” he grins. The young man stays still, not quite sure what to say. His father stands stronger, fist clenched by his side, face cherry red and about to explode like the many bombs he has seen through the years.
“How dare you call these trees your own. My son and I planted them years ago and you know it!” the older man snaps.
Sid smirks,
“Well they're on my side of the pipe. Therefore they belong to me.” The young man pulls his father away. “Another day, Dad.”
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The Orchard and The Chook
PovídkyThe Australian dream, a nice block of land, Australian bush surrounds, a mischievous puppy, an orchard, a chicken and a neighbour feud? Cute short story, based on a true story, welcome to living in Australia in the 80's/90's.
