Karana Belle: Just so you all know, this is going to be a short story,
maybe 3 chapters long! Okay, Reviewers:
Captain Spam—yeah, I'll agree that Bartz was a little scary with all the 'pretties' so I'll try to make him more non scary!
Izzuddin al-Qassam—I haven't given up! But it was a pretty long wait, no?
The Great Escapade
Chapter Two
Many months had passed since that fateful day. That fateful day that started all the stress for Bartz. 'Why did that man...Tony...have to come and try to be the Farmer? I am the farmer! Doesn't he have his own castle that he could go to?'
Bartz had been working hard to keep his plants in tip-top shape, so that when it was 'Judgment Day' he would certainly win. He grabbed his bucket to do his daily watering. But at least the water was warmer now. Bartz had sometimes seen Tony around the castle, but not much since Bartz was trying so hard to grow his plants.
'Any day now...' he thought as he lugged the bucket full of water up the hill, 'any day now and the judges will come and taste the food.' When he had finished, he looked up to see some people walking towards his humble garden. 'Oh, not now...'
And sure enough it was the judges coming to take his plants away. There were three of them: Anne, Thomas, and Roland. Bartz blinked at the last one. 'Roland? Why him?'
"Good morning Bartz." Thomas called out as the small group came closer, "We need to take some of your plants and get back to the Tavern. That's where the judging is taking place. So would you care to pick some for us?" Thomas motioned towards the garden.
Bartz nodded, bending down to pick some choice vegetables. After he had placed them carefully into the basked that Anne was holding; the Karayan spoke up.
"Are you coming to the judging? It might help with the judging, you never know..." Bartz just nodded, too stressed out to say anything.
So the four people walked off towards the Tavern, that sounded quiet noisy, especially for this early in the morning. Upon walking into the room the noise level doubled. It seemed that almost the whole population had turned out for the judging; after all they wanted to know what happened first hand.
Tony was already at the front, behind one of the two tables, food in front of him. 'Obviously his plants.' Bartz thought as he made his way to the empty table on the stage. Looking around he saw another table where four stars were sitting. 'The judges...' He thought as he set up his produce, as if he were going to sell it.
All of a sudden Nadir walks out from behind the curtain, "Welcome everyone, we all know why we are here, so now the naming of the judges." Everyone remained quiet. "From the left we have Chris: the Silver Maiden of Zexen, and also acting captain of the Zexen Knights." All the Zexens cheered while the Grasslanders just sat there mumbling about how evil they had been to the Grasslands before.
"And beside Lady Chris we have our very own Dragon Knight, Futch!" More cheering, after all, it was a morning free of work.
"Then we have Lucia, the Chief of the Karaya Clan." Much louder cheering, mostly from the Grasslanders.
"And last but not least..." began Nadir, "We have Elder Viki!" Some people clapped, but mostly everyone blinked. Almost confused as the judge herself.
"What am I here for?" Viki blinked, but Nadir just ignored her, and continued.
"Now, for the first Produce, we have: Tomatoes made by Tony!" at that point some random people from the crowd passed out some tomatoes to the judges. "And the scores are: 3 4 4 and 3!"
Everyone clapped, "And now for Bartz'!" The judges ate the tomatoes. "The scores: 2 5 4 3!"
And the rest is as follows: For the second round (corn) Tony: 2 5 5 1. Bartz: 3 4 5 1. And the third round (beans) Tony: 3 3 3 3. Bartz: 3 4 5 3. Nadir cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention, "The results are as follows: Tony has 39 points! While Bartz has...42! And the winner is: our very own farmer: Bartz!" Many people cheered. (For they liked Bartz in the first place, even if they thought that he was a little weird.)
Nadir turned to Tony, who was still smiling, "Well good try, but I guess you don't get to be our farmer. But I heard that there was a small town in Harmonia that needed a farmer, so maybe you should try there." And turning to the audience, "and we will see you next time on Who's Food is Better©!"
And with that people starting filing out, as Bartz sat there, dazed. But he soon snapped out of it, and smiled, "I knew that you wouldn't let me down my pretties!" And he walked out of the Tavern, one of the happiest men alive. For he had kept his job, and he knew that he was better than that Tony.
Karana: I hope you guys didn't think that I stopped it too soon, but it wasn't going to be long in the first place. REVIEW PLEASE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
Captain Spam—yeah, I'll agree that Bartz was a little scary with all the 'pretties' so I'll try to make him more non scary!
Izzuddin al-Qassam—I haven't given up! But it was a pretty long wait, no?
The Great Escapade
Chapter Two
Many months had passed since that fateful day. That fateful day that started all the stress for Bartz. 'Why did that man...Tony...have to come and try to be the Farmer? I am the farmer! Doesn't he have his own castle that he could go to?'
Bartz had been working hard to keep his plants in tip-top shape, so that when it was 'Judgment Day' he would certainly win. He grabbed his bucket to do his daily watering. But at least the water was warmer now. Bartz had sometimes seen Tony around the castle, but not much since Bartz was trying so hard to grow his plants.
'Any day now...' he thought as he lugged the bucket full of water up the hill, 'any day now and the judges will come and taste the food.' When he had finished, he looked up to see some people walking towards his humble garden. 'Oh, not now...'
And sure enough it was the judges coming to take his plants away. There were three of them: Anne, Thomas, and Roland. Bartz blinked at the last one. 'Roland? Why him?'
"Good morning Bartz." Thomas called out as the small group came closer, "We need to take some of your plants and get back to the Tavern. That's where the judging is taking place. So would you care to pick some for us?" Thomas motioned towards the garden.
Bartz nodded, bending down to pick some choice vegetables. After he had placed them carefully into the basked that Anne was holding; the Karayan spoke up.
"Are you coming to the judging? It might help with the judging, you never know..." Bartz just nodded, too stressed out to say anything.
So the four people walked off towards the Tavern, that sounded quiet noisy, especially for this early in the morning. Upon walking into the room the noise level doubled. It seemed that almost the whole population had turned out for the judging; after all they wanted to know what happened first hand.
Tony was already at the front, behind one of the two tables, food in front of him. 'Obviously his plants.' Bartz thought as he made his way to the empty table on the stage. Looking around he saw another table where four stars were sitting. 'The judges...' He thought as he set up his produce, as if he were going to sell it.
All of a sudden Nadir walks out from behind the curtain, "Welcome everyone, we all know why we are here, so now the naming of the judges." Everyone remained quiet. "From the left we have Chris: the Silver Maiden of Zexen, and also acting captain of the Zexen Knights." All the Zexens cheered while the Grasslanders just sat there mumbling about how evil they had been to the Grasslands before.
"And beside Lady Chris we have our very own Dragon Knight, Futch!" More cheering, after all, it was a morning free of work.
"Then we have Lucia, the Chief of the Karaya Clan." Much louder cheering, mostly from the Grasslanders.
"And last but not least..." began Nadir, "We have Elder Viki!" Some people clapped, but mostly everyone blinked. Almost confused as the judge herself.
"What am I here for?" Viki blinked, but Nadir just ignored her, and continued.
"Now, for the first Produce, we have: Tomatoes made by Tony!" at that point some random people from the crowd passed out some tomatoes to the judges. "And the scores are: 3 4 4 and 3!"
Everyone clapped, "And now for Bartz'!" The judges ate the tomatoes. "The scores: 2 5 4 3!"
And the rest is as follows: For the second round (corn) Tony: 2 5 5 1. Bartz: 3 4 5 1. And the third round (beans) Tony: 3 3 3 3. Bartz: 3 4 5 3. Nadir cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention, "The results are as follows: Tony has 39 points! While Bartz has...42! And the winner is: our very own farmer: Bartz!" Many people cheered. (For they liked Bartz in the first place, even if they thought that he was a little weird.)
Nadir turned to Tony, who was still smiling, "Well good try, but I guess you don't get to be our farmer. But I heard that there was a small town in Harmonia that needed a farmer, so maybe you should try there." And turning to the audience, "and we will see you next time on Who's Food is Better©!"
And with that people starting filing out, as Bartz sat there, dazed. But he soon snapped out of it, and smiled, "I knew that you wouldn't let me down my pretties!" And he walked out of the Tavern, one of the happiest men alive. For he had kept his job, and he knew that he was better than that Tony.
Karana: I hope you guys didn't think that I stopped it too soon, but it wasn't going to be long in the first place. REVIEW PLEASE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!