Fishpaste: Nicholas and Jennifer

The night at the cow barn

The tractor's crimson surface gleamed in the rising sun. Roosters' morning calls reverberated throughout the farm as Mr. G.T stretched his arms, forcing the sleep out of his eyes and his overworked muscles off the pale stack of hay. He walked with an irritating limp, one that had been there since he was only 11 and had been hit unceremoniously by a car. Never had he ever possessed the required amount of money to pay for a subsitute metallic limb, not even for a surgery.

As Mr. G.T's skin baked in the sun, he walked over to the duck pond to splash some cold water on his wrinkled face. But he hesitated when he noticed something moving at the bottom of it. At first he thought it was a fish, but this was a dimintuive pond meant only for ducks and it was impossible for a fish to have ever ventured into such a water body cut off from all rivers or oceans. However, when it flung itself over the low banks of the pond, Mr. G.T realized it really was a fish, it grey scales reflecting the colours of the rainbow. Why had it jumped out of the water? Mr. G.T did not know. But then he followed its gaze. Its one, wide, curious eye was fixated on something ; the crimson tractor, or 'Jennifer' according to Mr. G.T. the fish was staring at the vehicle with such great intensity that it made Mr. G.T wonder what it was thinking. Then he realized.

This was the beginning of a beautiful love story.