At dawn I was on my donkey heading towards the town. I don't know if I want to go to modern living. Those fancy business jobs and clothing stores, they just ain't for me.
After a while, I was in the town. So many streets, lights, signs, and these fancy things with wagon tires. I could hear horns and screeching. I was looking for the employment office for hours and then suddenly found the building by riding down a few streets.
I got a lot of stares from folks, like they have never seen a man ride a donkey. I decided to stare at them because they ride those fancy metallic things on wheels.
I got off my donkey by some sign that was red and tall. It had some white on it, but I can't read, so I just assumed it said "Tie up your your donkey."
After tying up my donkey, I went up to the office door, knocked on it then went inside. There were two mid aged men, skinny, with shaven faces and nice clothing.
"Howdy" I say, lending out my hand for them to shake. "My names Jonathan Smith, but call me Jon!"
"Nice to meet you Jonathan. Here, we say full first name." Said one of the men. "My name is Harold Jenkins. And this here is Jeremy Gates"
I shook hands with both, then I said. "I came here looking for work."
"Well you have come to the right place... the employment office!" Said Harold. "What are you good at or interested in?"
"Um what jobs do you have available so I can tell you what I'm good at." I say.
"Well there is business, doctor, nurse, librarian, teacher, welder, grocery store worker, and etc." said Jeremy.
"None of those seem to suit me." I say. "But I can tell you what I'm good at. I like to hunt, farm, fish... like any country boy."
"Well this isn't the country sir, this is the city. And we don't have jobs like that here. Maybe you should try somewhere else." Harold suggested.
"Thank you anyways." I say leaving. I took my hat off and waved them goodbye. So much for trying to find a job in the city.
I left the office and went down to the red sign and untied my donkey. Then I started traveling back home to the old rotten barn.
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Last Spring
RomanceA twenty year old man named Jon Smith was laid off his tractor after he went cow tipping. He had to leave the farm he was working on, and went directly to unemployment looking through advertisement. Jon not finding much goes to find a quiet spot to...
