|Meeting of Some Sort (standard:Fan Fiction, 1792 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Nov 06 2012||Views/Reads: 1012/691||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|People who can't afford lodging can stay free on an organic farm working few hours a day and contributing towards compost making. The lone donkey on the farm 'Roy' though contributes a lot more towards making compost was ignored at the farm meeting until|
A Meeting of Some Sort Subba Rao “Well, I returned from the mainland last night after spending some time with my family in California,” Eddy rubbed his bare chest with one hand and trying to make coffee with the other. “Please introduce yourself, I see some new faces and some old members were missing. Let's start with you.” “I am James, for the last several years I lived in homeless shelters across California, now I fully extended my stay in the shelters, they send me away and I have no place to live and have very little income to support myself, I called my son living on the Big Island for help, he brought me here, I will do anything on the farm and I am no trouble to nobody,” said an old man. James looked healthy, for all his past living in the shelters, he looked clean and well kept. “Well, for those who weren't into organic farming, let me tell you that your pee is not a waste, it is fertilizer very useful here, and each one of us produce it and so store your pee in milk jugs. You notice that it smells like ammonia because pee or urine is rich in ammonia, a major plant nutrient as Juggernaut, a trained soil scientist in this field can attest, he lives close-by and visits us often,” Eddy looked at Juggernaut standing several feet apart behind a wooden dish rack ready to respond but the group ignored him to his disappointment. Perhaps the group thought that throwing animal dung, compost and pee around the plants is all it takes in organic farming and needs no help from a specialist. Meanwhile, a short plump woman wearing a knee-high flimsy frock continued to dance slowly moving her heavy hips and waving her hands without any coordination as if she was out of control and was trying to interrupt Eddy with silly questions and raising her hand begging Eddy for a high-five. Eddy ignored her for the most part and turned her away when she wants to hug him repeatedly. “Well, we all know Catherine from Kansas, she is living on the farm from last 6 months or so,” Eddy at last acknowledged her presence. “No, I have been living here only for 3 months,” Catherine corrected him and again tried to hug him. “Here on the farm you work 3 to 4 hours a day doing chores assigned to you; weeding, harvesting, planting or collecting plant materials and animal dung to make compost. In return, you get to live free on the farm. Look around, this is paradise, sure it rains a lot Click here to read the rest of this story (243 more lines)
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Juggernaut has 237 active stories on this site.
Profile for Juggernaut, incl. all stories
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.