Sniff Sniff. It was the funeral day...of grandfather. He was a great farmer.... "Don't be a baby," his father said. "Don't be a baby! Don't be baby! That was my grandfather that died!"
Well...next weekend there tearing down the farm...to make an amusement park! Isn't that great son!" "No! No they can't tear down grandpa's old farm! That's terrible! Besides I'm turning 21...I don't need an amusement park!"
"Well...does the farm really mean something to you?." "Well yeah... I guess it does." "Look," his father whispered "we'll negotiate what to do with the farm later." "When is later?" "After the funeral...be quiet for now."
LATER
Later they (the farmer whose name is Joseph, his father, and the mayor) met at the mayor's house. They all had different ideas for the farm. The mayor still wanted to make an amusement park of the house...thought the park could even have some things that belonged to the old grandfather. Joseph's father thought he was still pretty young. "You can have the farm for say about... 2...no 3... no wait maybe 2 years. How does that sound?" "No way. I'm responsible. I think I should have the farm for at least 4 years," he yelled back at his father. Joseph's father was shocked! Never had he seen or heard his son so determined to have something! "I still say it would make a great amusement park," said the mayor. The three of them argued on and on. But finally they decided. Joseph was to have the farm for three years. If he successfully succeeded (which includes getting married and being friends with people of the city) he could keep the farm.
Many days later the trouble began. The trouble of having to make a great farm starting from scratch...except 300 gold. Joseph thought of it as a fun challenge but did not realize the hard work he would have to do on the farm.
The house had nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except for a bed, a television, a table to eat, and a treasure chest to hold items. There were also no chickens, cows, or sheep. The only thing he had to help him out was a hammer, sickle, an axe, and a hoe.
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Well...next weekend there tearing down the farm...to make an amusement park! Isn't that great son!" "No! No they can't tear down grandpa's old farm! That's terrible! Besides I'm turning 21...I don't need an amusement park!"
"Well...does the farm really mean something to you?." "Well yeah... I guess it does." "Look," his father whispered "we'll negotiate what to do with the farm later." "When is later?" "After the funeral...be quiet for now."
LATER
Later they (the farmer whose name is Joseph, his father, and the mayor) met at the mayor's house. They all had different ideas for the farm. The mayor still wanted to make an amusement park of the house...thought the park could even have some things that belonged to the old grandfather. Joseph's father thought he was still pretty young. "You can have the farm for say about... 2...no 3... no wait maybe 2 years. How does that sound?" "No way. I'm responsible. I think I should have the farm for at least 4 years," he yelled back at his father. Joseph's father was shocked! Never had he seen or heard his son so determined to have something! "I still say it would make a great amusement park," said the mayor. The three of them argued on and on. But finally they decided. Joseph was to have the farm for three years. If he successfully succeeded (which includes getting married and being friends with people of the city) he could keep the farm.
Many days later the trouble began. The trouble of having to make a great farm starting from scratch...except 300 gold. Joseph thought of it as a fun challenge but did not realize the hard work he would have to do on the farm.
The house had nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except for a bed, a television, a table to eat, and a treasure chest to hold items. There were also no chickens, cows, or sheep. The only thing he had to help him out was a hammer, sickle, an axe, and a hoe.
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