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Chapter 3
He got up early the next morning and went straight to the house to see if Herman or Pops was up so they could give him something to do. If not he'd go ahead and work on his own. He had a few things that need to be done around his shack anyway.
"What the-?" Skips said as he came to the park house. He saw that man sweeping the porch. By the way it looked, he has been at the park since before Skips had gotten up. But why? Why so early?
"Ahem," he tries to get his attention. Benson looks at him. "Um, hey there, uh, Benson right?" He nods. "Okay. So, is Herman up yet?"
"No. Neither is Pops. They probably won't be up for another hour or so," Benson says as he continued to sweep. "So why are you up early?" Skips was uneasy about being asked the question he was about to ask. It was like they were playing chess and this guy was trying to read his moves.
"I was just wanting to know if they had anything for me to do because otherwise I was going to work on my shack." Benson shrugs at him and checks over the porch satisfied that it was clean then went inside. Skips skipped inside as well figuring he might as well get some breakfast while he was there.
When he got to the kitchen he noticed a note on the table with a list of jobs. He goes to the cabinet and grabs a bowl and a box of cereal and picked out a spoon from the utensil drawer. He then sets his stuff down and pulled over a chair.
As he began to eat, he watched Benson come in and grab up the list and checkmark it with a pen. Then he studied the next chores on the list and went to go get the needed equipment. Seeing the paper gave Skips curiosity enough to wonder what he had next.
He picked it up and saw that next was to clean the downstairs bathroom. Then the list ran through other jobs on the first floor, then the basement, then upstairs, then the attic. He seriously wasn't going to do all of these, was he?
"What are you doing with my list?" Benson asked as he took it out of Skips hand. "And why are you making that face?" He hadn't even realized he had been making a face, but quickly shook it off and went back to eating. He raises an eyebrow at the yeti-man before walking off.
He watched him go then gulped down the cereal that was in his mouth. "Oi!" he grunted. He'll admit that he was impressed about how determined he was. But the reason he made the face a second ago was because of the handwriting. It wasn't Pops or Herman's handwriting so it must of been him. Now Skips could have just not been there when it was made, but when it all added up in his head no matter what he knew that the list was made by Benson.
His words from last night suddenly haunted him. Maybe we are rivals, he began to think. He cleaned up after himself, then headed out to his shack. He re-shingled the roof, re-plastered the holes in the walls, and replaced a window.
When he finished, it was about ten o'clock. He grabbed a water bottle from the cooler that was still in his Volkswagen and drank. Then he looked for Herman and got some more jobs he could do.
As he worked he noticed the very few people that actually walked through the park. They ranged from just little kids and then jumped straight to the old couples. No one really came to the snack bar. The football fields remained empty, thus did the other fields in the park. It was kind of hard to see.
By the time Skips realized it was lunchtime, it was obvious that not many other people will be seen today. When he stepped into the living room after making a sandwich he saw Herman sitting on the couch punching numbers.
"We bankrupt yet?" Skips asks kind of jokingly and fearfully.
"No, but close." He grits his teeth then sits down next to the lion-man. "I don't get why that old man doesn't just give us the money in the downtimes."
"Because this was something Pops wanted to make so there was a place everyone could enjoy. He's trying to teach his son business handling," explained Skips.
"Yeah? Then why am I paying for it?" the lion grunts. The yeti punched the lion's arm harmlessly as a way to tell him to loosen up. The big cat smiled at him then packed up his paper work and the calculator and went upstairs.
After Skips ate his sandwich, he headed back out. He'd finished all the jobs that he was assigned and made the effort to scan around for anything else that needed to be done. Not finding anything to do he went back to the house to check the golf cart they use to travel around the park. It was in good enough condition that it didn't need anything fixed.
Sighing he starts a long bored trek home. Too bad there aren't many people around to pick up after or to serve at the snack bar, he thought. To be stuck in a job at a place that's already done for wasn't exactly what he planned. Ever. And what happens when this place really does hit the dust? He doesn't have any other place to work at anymore. Maellard took care of that. He'll have to apply to a whole new job.
But it's been too long. As far as he goes with technology these days you still signed contracts and you'd work there until retirement. Or death? He shook his head. I'm reading too deep into this. I'll be fine. I always am.
MG: Fricking Rivalries! Why can't we be friends?
Me: Don't you dare start singing!
MG: Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?
Me: Barg! Read and review please. I'm sorry for slow updates, but school has started again and my mind is elsewhere...
