Working on the Farm (KNEEDLES :D)
Jun 14, 2012 21:38:47 GMT -5
Post by I'm Known As Eliza on Jun 14, 2012 21:38:47 GMT -5
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Isis Jacobs wakes up at dawn every morning, and today was no different. She wakes up by feeling the early morning rays of sunlight hitting her brow. She stretches, and looks in the mirror, brushing her hair. The dark blonde locks fall over the side of her face, and she frowns at her reflection, never liking how she looks. but after a quick shrug, she shoves her feet in tennis shoes, and walks to her brother's room.
"Horus? Horus, baby bro, are you awake?" A slight shuffle in the sheets on her brother's bed confirms her questions, and she walks quietly over to the bed. Brushing back her brother's locks, damp from sweat, she smiles sadly at the sight of her sickly brother. "Would you like some water, baby bro?" His eyes flicker open, and a soft smile fills his face as he says, "Isis, I dreamt about the stars again."
"The stars? You dreamt about the stars? Well, tonight, I will take you outside to see the stars. That way you don't have to just dream about it. Is that ok?" she asks kindly, brushing his hair back. "Yeah!" he exclaims as loud as he can, which was about a soft whisper. "Good. Now, I'm going to go take care of the cows, and when I come back in, I will fix you a breakfast fit for a king. Howabout that?" She smiles broadly at the small boy, and with a small kiss on the forehead, she stands up and walk out of the room.
The sun was just barely over the horizon; she had gotten a late start. With little time to spare, she quickly gets fresh water for the cows, and with quick hands she milks two of them quickly. The two buckets of milk would be turned into cream, and sold at the market. She then cleans up the cowpens, getting the cow patties into bags and setting them aside to use for manure later. Then she starts feeding the cows, putting the feed in the food troughs. Then she sits on the fence and gets an apple from her pocket, munching on the meager breakfast, looking around, watching the small sunrise. She thinks about later that day, when she will go help her neighbors break the new horse they have gotten, and help them milk their cows. She wants someone to come help her, because it's always boring working by herself.
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Isis Jacobs wakes up at dawn every morning, and today was no different. She wakes up by feeling the early morning rays of sunlight hitting her brow. She stretches, and looks in the mirror, brushing her hair. The dark blonde locks fall over the side of her face, and she frowns at her reflection, never liking how she looks. but after a quick shrug, she shoves her feet in tennis shoes, and walks to her brother's room.
"Horus? Horus, baby bro, are you awake?" A slight shuffle in the sheets on her brother's bed confirms her questions, and she walks quietly over to the bed. Brushing back her brother's locks, damp from sweat, she smiles sadly at the sight of her sickly brother. "Would you like some water, baby bro?" His eyes flicker open, and a soft smile fills his face as he says, "Isis, I dreamt about the stars again."
"The stars? You dreamt about the stars? Well, tonight, I will take you outside to see the stars. That way you don't have to just dream about it. Is that ok?" she asks kindly, brushing his hair back. "Yeah!" he exclaims as loud as he can, which was about a soft whisper. "Good. Now, I'm going to go take care of the cows, and when I come back in, I will fix you a breakfast fit for a king. Howabout that?" She smiles broadly at the small boy, and with a small kiss on the forehead, she stands up and walk out of the room.
The sun was just barely over the horizon; she had gotten a late start. With little time to spare, she quickly gets fresh water for the cows, and with quick hands she milks two of them quickly. The two buckets of milk would be turned into cream, and sold at the market. She then cleans up the cowpens, getting the cow patties into bags and setting them aside to use for manure later. Then she starts feeding the cows, putting the feed in the food troughs. Then she sits on the fence and gets an apple from her pocket, munching on the meager breakfast, looking around, watching the small sunrise. She thinks about later that day, when she will go help her neighbors break the new horse they have gotten, and help them milk their cows. She wants someone to come help her, because it's always boring working by herself.
