Ever since I was a child I have had a facination with miniature things. Little doll houses with tiny tea sets.
Over time that facination has faded towards more "mature" pursuits, College , Job, White Picket fence All-american dream. But when an accident forces me to find another job I find myself back in my childhood dream of owning a miniature farm.
The miniature ponies are more than a handful and don't get me started on the mini elephants.
Okay , So , maybe I got a bit ahead of myself because now you the reader are about to Google if mini elephants are a real thing. Instead you should be wondering how I became the proprietor of the one and only Minneapolis Miniature Farm.
It started out as a second job. A side hustle if you will. I might have accidentally set the coffee shop I work...worked...at on fire. How was I supposed to know that Non-dairy creamer was flammable? They really should put warning labels on those things.
Anyway, now I had to find a way to make some quick cash to pay for the damages or else the owner was going to take me to court, which I really could not afford.
That's when I saw it, scrolling through the job boards, wondering how much money I could get for my Kidney. When I saw it.
Help Wanted!
Minneapolis Miniature Farm.
$500 sign on bonus.
$18/hr
Plus Room and Board
What kind of luck was that. There wasn't much information on the job posting. But it looked like some sort of farm hand job. I grew up in the country how hard could it be?
My first day on the job, the miniature llama ate my hat and then spit it back at me.
It was going to be very hard indeed.
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The Minneapolis Mini Farm
Short StoryMy #Sidehustle contribution. This is based upon a weird dream I've had since I was a kid. About owning a farm full of miniature animals.
