A/N: Welcome! I now present to you…a remake of Harvest Rivalry! Yay! This version will have a different plot, and hopefully better uh, stuff. :) A VERY special thank you with cherries (or anything, really!) to Penny ToughGirl for being my beta reader! If you like this better, then thank her. :D This chapter will be a very short prologue, but the chapters will lengthen up as time goes by. But I am determined to make a great story!
Prologue:
"Okay, Chelsea. Who is this?" The therapist asked, and he held up a picture of a man who was very familiar to the young girl. She stared at the photo with her sapphire colored eyes, trying to recall the name of the person featured in the photo.
"Daddy," Chelsea answered, eyes on her feet, as she moved back and forth in her chair. The therapist smiled proudly.
"Very good!" he exclaimed, and then held up a small handheld mirror decorated with pink sequins to her face. "And who is this?" She examined the visage, and squinted her eyes.
"…Me."
"And who is this?" A pair of familiar hands blinded her eyesight and she giggled pleasurably, earning a smile from the therapist.
"Daddy!" she squeaked, prying off her father's manly hands, and then turning around to hug him. She was picked up and spun around. "Weee!"
"Thanks, Jack. How she'd do today?" asked Chelsea's dad, rocking the young brunette in his arms to sleep. He rubbed her back soothingly.
"She's getting better at remembering the names of the family everyday. And she sure does have the knack for singing, Pete. You really need to hear that melodic tone of her voice." Jack said, eyeing the little girl. She was smiling, now peacefully asleep in her father's strong arms.
"Really? I've never heard her say a whole lot, much less hear her sing. How's Mark doing?"
"He's been learning the alphabet quite well. It has been a rocky road, but we're getting there. Hey, have you ever wondered what Chelsea will be when she grows older?" Jack asked curiously. It was always quite appealing and interesting to see what parents wanted their children to turn out to be compared to how they actually turned out.
"My dear, dear Chelsea. She will be the best rancher on the planet. Chelsea will raise animals of all kinds, earning every esteemed award there is, and I will forever be a proud father. Any rancher that raises animals is bound to be called the best." Pete envisioned the image of a young girl surrounded by animals as he told his hopes to Jack.
Jack scowled at the thought of a girl beating his son. After all, men were stronger, and his son was bound to win anything. "Well, don't fantasize only to disappoint yourself, buddy. Chelsea will be highly outnumbered when Mark plants his crops! Oh, the bright vegetables and fruits: eggplants, turnips, strawberries…Crops give much more money than animals; they're quieter and easier to take care of," he sneered arrogantly for a moment before continuing, "If Chelsea will beat my son with animals, then she better get a move on it!"
Pete growled. No person on the face of the earth was better than Chelsea. She was perfect, and she'd do everything professionally within the first try. Anything done by Chelsea was bound to be a pure and amazing success. "You say a bag of seeds is going to beat a live creature? Oh, ho, ho. I thought you were good at mental types of things, Jack. Anyone would know that animals are better than crops! Even the boulders in the yard would agree!" he cried, laughing as much as possible with a sleeping child in his arms. Chelsea was a heavy sleeper, but she'd get cranky if ever woken up.
"You think a girl will beat my son? Well, then prove it!" Jack said defensively.
"That's sexist! Have you ever heard of women's' success?" Pete snarled.
Jack snorted snobbishly. "Yeah, their success in cooking." he answered, and that was all it took to anger the father of a silently sleeping Chelsea.
"You- you! I can't believe I'm bringing my dear child to you! How can I ever trust that you teach her properly? That does it; you want proof that a girl can outstand a boy? Well, fine then!"
Pete took a deep breath in before continuing, "My beautiful and intelligent daughter will raise animals on a ranch when she gets to be the age. When your son gets to that point, he will grow the worthless things called crops. We'll see about success then! Until that day comes, I will never desire to see your face again!"
And with that, Pete angrily stormed out of the therapist clinic, fuming until anyone could've sworn that his head was smoking. Jack just chuckled heartily, and leaned back in his black leather swivel chair.
"The dyslexic will beat the autistic is the real deal. Watch out, Pete."
A/N: Ta-da! This was interesting for me to write; especially since both of our lovebirds will have disabilities to cope with. Let me know if you like this better, or if the last one was better, and so on. In case you didn't catch on, I used the whole crop and animal thing from The Tale of Two Towns. If there is anything confusing to you, please tell me so I can explain it. Oh, and a question. Should I delete the other Harvest Rivalry? Or keep it? Can't decide. And once again, thanks to Penny ToughGirl for editing this. It means a whole lot to me. :D