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Meeting of Some Sort (standard:Fan Fiction, 1792 words)
Author: JuggernautAdded: Nov 06 2012Views/Reads: 1172/835Story 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
 



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but the lush green trees, blue skies, bright sunshine and the nearby 

ocean you can see all day long. Where else you can get this. In 

California and Florida people pay millions for this living, here it is 

all free. Please remember to keep the communal kitchen clean, no 

smoking in the kitchen, please don't use profanities and no fighting, 

reserve your drinking to weekends when we party. Now is there anybody 

here good in computers? I need somebody to fix my laptop so I can use 

to make telephone calls on it,” Eddy looked around then a hefty, big 

set man with baby-face raised his hand.  “My name is Jed, I am good in 

computers, I got laid-off recently from a company after working for 

five years and I have no savings to rent a place so I came down here to 

the farm to live in one of the tens, I could fix your computer,” Jed 

looked confident. 

“I am Ken and I am an electrician,” said a man wearing metal 

rims looked more like school teacher with good looking brownish beard. 

“We need you here, as you all know we live outside the power- 

grid and depend on solar and wind power, you can help us in fixing poor 

connections and whatnot.” 

“Sure, I am also good in fiber optics,” added Ken. 

“I don't know what the hell fiber-optics meant but certainly if 

you can re wire my cottage, that will be good,” Eddy looked around for 

other to come forward to introduce themselves and indicate their 

special skills.” 

“I am John,” said a serious looking guy. “I am here for the 

last three months, spent several years teaching English in Korea, 

Vietnam and Thailand, while lived in San Francisco, I managed a poetry 

club for several years, I am a poet and my father was a professor in 

English, if I could be of any help to anybody here I will do it,” john 

completed his presentation without any smile on his face. 

Juggernaut quietly moved to stand next to John to start a 

conversation. “I write short stories as a hobby,” said Juggernaut and 

showed a story on his smart phone he just published on the internet for 

John to read. After a short read, he said “Umm, vocabulary, vocabulary 

and vocabulary, without vocabulary one cannot write a poem or a story, 

from what I read you have limited vocabulary but good story line, keep 

working on your vocab, ” John looked at Juggernaut with a look of 

teacher.  “Thank you, I am not good at English but I can only express 

in English, I am not sure whether I can improve my vocab in English any 

further than what I have,” Juggernaut looked disappointed. 

“No, you will improve as time goes.” 

“Are you working on any story or poem right now?” asked 

Juggernaut. 

“I want to write a novel, a lengthy one based in Alaska; a long 

journey of a family with huskies and all that,” John replied without 

looking at Juggernaut. 

“Well when you are attending the fruit stand on the road side, 

you can think and write,” Juggernaut gave a suggestion. 

“Well, right now my responsibilities at the farm were to mow 

the grass and cut the weeds, with shallow top soil it is difficult to 

operate a lawn mower without lava rocks interfere ring with the mower 

blades, I have to be careful, I have already damaged one mower and Eddy 

was not happy about it,” john spoke with authority in his voice and his 

English sounded more British than American. 

Juggernaut could not make anything out of John's conversation, 

at one point John said he was a serious poet but now he wants write a 

lengthy novel based in Alaska. 

“I am Lucy and I am 80 years old,” said a petite wiry woman in 

jeans.  She has thin body with little flesh and if looses any weight 

she may just disappear. “I born in Omaha Nebraska and then when I was 6 

years old moved across to Council Bluff, Iowa on April 11th 1938, and 

again moved for good to Oregon on June 4th 1940, I moved to Big Island 

on December 25th Christmas day in 1998 and since then living in a old 

school bus on this farm.  When I was 47 years ago on September 27, I 

took celibacy not have sex and avoid meat all together. I do duties of 

recycling on the farm; I collect all the weeds and vegetable waste from 

the communal kitchen and put it on a compost pile to make compost.” 

Juggernaut was so impressed with Lucy and how she remembered 

the specific dates of the events in her life, he gave her a big hug. 

“So, you are a scientist?” she smiled pressing Juggernaut's 

hand. 

“Well, I don't work anymore, I am retired now and I write 

short stories as a hobby.” 

“You look too young to retire.” 

“Well, I am much older than you think with lots of health 

problems,” said Juggernaut. 

“If you turned into a vegetarian like me you feel better and 

all the diseases will go away.” 

“Well, I born into vegetarian family but started eating meat 

after II left my old country but now at this age, I am considering to 

revert back to vegetarianism.” 

“That will do well for you,” said the old lady hugging 

Juggernaut. 

Several other members came forward to introduce themselves. 

Among them were a health care professional from Georgia, a middle aged 

man looks more like a football player with large biceps and neck from 

Maine and a man with weathered face and red hair from Washington state. 

He looked as if he went through tough times.  The long standing 

residents Mike and Anne did not say much except accepted the 

responsibilities of taking care of the farm and managing the manpower 

whenever Eddy was out of town doing some business. Eddy called the 

meeting to an end and walked fast to his van, his office parked 

partially under the tent. 

The residents started leaving the community kitchen and started 

walking slowly to their tents or small wooden cottages scattered on the 

5 acre farm close to the ocean. Juggernaut saw Catherine walking 

towards her wooden shack in dancing mode with her hands in the air as 

if she wants to touch the sky. Outside her cottage was large towel 

depicting Jamaican national flag hanging on a clothes line tied on both 

ends to the trees.  Juggernaut thought of asking Catherine if she ever 

visited Jamaica but fearing her response could be unpredictable, he 

chose not to approach her. 

Conspicuously missing at the meeting was Roy. Eddy didn't even 

care to mention the existence of Roy on the farm though he said donkey 

dung is very useful in composting. At a distance, Juggernaut noticed 

Roy grazing on green grass growing on the lava rock, the lonely donkey 

on the farm. Donkeys on the farm sometimes attract wild donkeys but 

apparently Roy has no friends yet. 

“I am sure Eddy didn't care to mention me at the meeting though 

I am sole supplier of dung on the farm, I can only put out so much. 

Just human pee amounts to nothing in supplying nutrients to the plants, 

it is absurd.   Eddy should consider adopting more wild donkeys, get a 

flock lambs and goats or even a herd of cows to graze on cane grass, as 

a large group, we can supply enough organics to make compost for 

organic farming,” Roy looked disappointed. 

“In the next meeting I will make sure you will be there with me 

to make a point that a dozen farm residents collective pee is amount to 

nothing compared to an output from a donkey. More animals are needed on 

the farm to produce enough organics as you put it to make compost to 

support the organic farming,” Juggernaut gently rubbed its neck to 

comfort Roy.  Only Juggernaut understood the value of what comes from 

Roy's rear end but also from its front end bray, a word of wisdom. 


   


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