Harvest Moon Fan Fic
Chapter Three
Jack went and lay down on the bed, and was thinking about some things why did his dad not tell him that this old man is his grandfather? Never mind that he thought then went down to the dinning room and sat down in a shady red leather seat. The dinning table was neatly decorated with a shimmering white cloth. On top of that was a light blue vase full of fresh vibrant flowers. Then suddenly his grandfather walked out of the blue, tiled kitchen, carrying a light shade green pot with his violet oven gloves. "Here's the thing I cook best, clam chowder soup, prepared with fresh clams and home grown potatoes and...how come u look so gloomy?"
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing...I'm just confused by all the things that happened today..."Jack replied, looking up at his grandfather, "What did you do with all the money you got on the job?"
"I bought this farm about twelve years ago, because I feel guilty that I left my precious family behind, so I decided to make myself work everyday, feed the livestock and plant plants. This way I can help other people by selling food and livestock. I actually thought it would be very painful but it was nice to be working outside in the shimmering sun and enjoying the silvery blue moonlight at night. Now, I provide jobs for teenagers to work here if they wanted money. I love the nature and nothing could grasp me away from here."
"I love the nature also! I hate living in the city, and my mom makes me go to summer school, and I have many different tutors almost everyday, but now I'm used to it though." Jack suddenly yelled out. Then realized that he did, he then waited for his grandfather to talk.
"That's really bad of your mom, forcing you to do all the work, children should be able to enjoy the things around them everyday. Anyways, have the soup, it is getting cold now." He slipped out two glass bowls and poured the soup into them. Then he handed him a spoon and Jack started sipping the soup. Tasting the soup one spoonful at a time, Jack couldn't believe how good it is, after twenty minutes the big bowl is totally empty.
"That was the best clam chowder I've had for years!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, thank you, I cook many different styles of food, Italian, Chinese, Spanish, anything you name I could make it in mater of minutes," he said with a wide grin on his old looking face. Then he gave Jack another bowl of clam chowder, as Jack was sipping the soup, his face turned into a little frown.
"Wouldn't you get lonely on the farm without anyone here?" Jack questioned, looking up at his grandfather.
"No, not at all, the livestock and the plants would keep me busy all day, and it is fun to work as I said. Oh yea, and my dog Melody would be playing with me all the time. She does tricks when I blow the flute. It's very fun to watch her jump and stand and sit and stay and all that a dog can do, you just need to know what notes to play." The grandfather commented.
"Wow, cool, I want to try that, I practice flute in school and I get private lessons. The sound of the flute at midnight with the moon's white bluish glows just sounds so perfect," Jack, said with a sigh, wishing could have done that more than once in the city. The people living next door were sleeping, and he woke them up, "can I do that here tonight on the top of the mountains?"
"Yea, sure, blow as loud as you want, no one would hear you, I'll come with you then, make sure it is safe to go up there."
"Good, I just can't wait to get up there!" Then Jack excused himself from the table and he went to his new room. He can't believe he has such a good grandfather, and now he wished even more that he had met him long time before. He went to the bathroom; it was so pretty he couldn't resist taking his eyes off of it. It had plants surrounding the big dark blue bathtub with massagers. A small silver shower at the corner of the bathroom, and a big mirror with two pearl sinks in front of it. He turned on the water of the bathtub and mist started filling up the big room. The mirror turned foggy and the light was streaking through the mist that amused him for a while. Just about the water was going to over flow; he turned it off and got into the bathtub. Then somehow this feeling came to him and he feels like he is in a hot spring in Japan, he ignored the feeling and started rubbing his back with a small white fluffy towel. Still watching the mist flow around the bathroom, he then realized he had been in the tub too long, so he got out and changed into his cow star pajamas.
Then he walked out of the bathroom, mist pouring out creating a small rainbow in midair. He went to his blue sports bag and fished out his flute and strolled downstairs. He found his grandfather all ready to go up the mountain, holding the dog in his hands. They stride up the mountain, chatting about random things. "So do you like to play the flute?" his grandfather suddenly asked.
"Yes, I really LOVE to play the flute. This is almost the only thing that could carry me away from all the studying that I have to do. My mom was planning for me to go to competitions and orchestras. I went to a competition after I learned flute for a year, and I got first place. Everyone was so happy, and I was too," Jack got so excited saying that; he almost tripped flat on his face by a rock. He was lucky his grandfather caught him just in time, "thank you," Jack said huffing.
"Your welcome. You know, your past is almost like mine, I like to play the flute too, but at that time my family didn't have enough money to let me have lessons, so I learned by myself. Two years ago I got Melody from one of my friends in this town and I decided to teach her tricks with my flute, she a really smart one, she got all the moves in one year, I was really astonished. She's only three years old."
"Wow, I wonder if she would listen to me though..."
"She listens to almost everyone, as I said, she is a really smart dog..." As he went on they reached the calm and peaceful top of the mountain. Jack couldn't believe his eyes; the moonlight looks just like a thin layer of snow, and the summer cool air swishing through his short brown hair. While Jack's grandfather sat down, Jack bent down and started putting his flute together. He looked at his grandfather's flute and saw that his flute was very old, pretty much looked like carved wood. Jack went to the top of the highest rock and started playing his favorite songs, closing his eyes, enjoying the sound once again swimming in his little ear. His mom had made him stop playing for a while because she wanted him to concentrate on studying. Then he opened his eyes while he was still playing, the memory flashed in his mind when he played in the city at midnight. After that, he finished with a soft blow, and glanced up at the heavens. "Wow, no wonder why you got first place at that competition. Your flute sounds so natural, and calm, and it shows no sign of worries."
"Thanks, I guess I have a little talent of playing the flute..." Jack, not finishing the sentence, gazing back up at the passive sky, wishing he had done these years ago.
Chapter Three
Jack went and lay down on the bed, and was thinking about some things why did his dad not tell him that this old man is his grandfather? Never mind that he thought then went down to the dinning room and sat down in a shady red leather seat. The dinning table was neatly decorated with a shimmering white cloth. On top of that was a light blue vase full of fresh vibrant flowers. Then suddenly his grandfather walked out of the blue, tiled kitchen, carrying a light shade green pot with his violet oven gloves. "Here's the thing I cook best, clam chowder soup, prepared with fresh clams and home grown potatoes and...how come u look so gloomy?"
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing...I'm just confused by all the things that happened today..."Jack replied, looking up at his grandfather, "What did you do with all the money you got on the job?"
"I bought this farm about twelve years ago, because I feel guilty that I left my precious family behind, so I decided to make myself work everyday, feed the livestock and plant plants. This way I can help other people by selling food and livestock. I actually thought it would be very painful but it was nice to be working outside in the shimmering sun and enjoying the silvery blue moonlight at night. Now, I provide jobs for teenagers to work here if they wanted money. I love the nature and nothing could grasp me away from here."
"I love the nature also! I hate living in the city, and my mom makes me go to summer school, and I have many different tutors almost everyday, but now I'm used to it though." Jack suddenly yelled out. Then realized that he did, he then waited for his grandfather to talk.
"That's really bad of your mom, forcing you to do all the work, children should be able to enjoy the things around them everyday. Anyways, have the soup, it is getting cold now." He slipped out two glass bowls and poured the soup into them. Then he handed him a spoon and Jack started sipping the soup. Tasting the soup one spoonful at a time, Jack couldn't believe how good it is, after twenty minutes the big bowl is totally empty.
"That was the best clam chowder I've had for years!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, thank you, I cook many different styles of food, Italian, Chinese, Spanish, anything you name I could make it in mater of minutes," he said with a wide grin on his old looking face. Then he gave Jack another bowl of clam chowder, as Jack was sipping the soup, his face turned into a little frown.
"Wouldn't you get lonely on the farm without anyone here?" Jack questioned, looking up at his grandfather.
"No, not at all, the livestock and the plants would keep me busy all day, and it is fun to work as I said. Oh yea, and my dog Melody would be playing with me all the time. She does tricks when I blow the flute. It's very fun to watch her jump and stand and sit and stay and all that a dog can do, you just need to know what notes to play." The grandfather commented.
"Wow, cool, I want to try that, I practice flute in school and I get private lessons. The sound of the flute at midnight with the moon's white bluish glows just sounds so perfect," Jack, said with a sigh, wishing could have done that more than once in the city. The people living next door were sleeping, and he woke them up, "can I do that here tonight on the top of the mountains?"
"Yea, sure, blow as loud as you want, no one would hear you, I'll come with you then, make sure it is safe to go up there."
"Good, I just can't wait to get up there!" Then Jack excused himself from the table and he went to his new room. He can't believe he has such a good grandfather, and now he wished even more that he had met him long time before. He went to the bathroom; it was so pretty he couldn't resist taking his eyes off of it. It had plants surrounding the big dark blue bathtub with massagers. A small silver shower at the corner of the bathroom, and a big mirror with two pearl sinks in front of it. He turned on the water of the bathtub and mist started filling up the big room. The mirror turned foggy and the light was streaking through the mist that amused him for a while. Just about the water was going to over flow; he turned it off and got into the bathtub. Then somehow this feeling came to him and he feels like he is in a hot spring in Japan, he ignored the feeling and started rubbing his back with a small white fluffy towel. Still watching the mist flow around the bathroom, he then realized he had been in the tub too long, so he got out and changed into his cow star pajamas.
Then he walked out of the bathroom, mist pouring out creating a small rainbow in midair. He went to his blue sports bag and fished out his flute and strolled downstairs. He found his grandfather all ready to go up the mountain, holding the dog in his hands. They stride up the mountain, chatting about random things. "So do you like to play the flute?" his grandfather suddenly asked.
"Yes, I really LOVE to play the flute. This is almost the only thing that could carry me away from all the studying that I have to do. My mom was planning for me to go to competitions and orchestras. I went to a competition after I learned flute for a year, and I got first place. Everyone was so happy, and I was too," Jack got so excited saying that; he almost tripped flat on his face by a rock. He was lucky his grandfather caught him just in time, "thank you," Jack said huffing.
"Your welcome. You know, your past is almost like mine, I like to play the flute too, but at that time my family didn't have enough money to let me have lessons, so I learned by myself. Two years ago I got Melody from one of my friends in this town and I decided to teach her tricks with my flute, she a really smart one, she got all the moves in one year, I was really astonished. She's only three years old."
"Wow, I wonder if she would listen to me though..."
"She listens to almost everyone, as I said, she is a really smart dog..." As he went on they reached the calm and peaceful top of the mountain. Jack couldn't believe his eyes; the moonlight looks just like a thin layer of snow, and the summer cool air swishing through his short brown hair. While Jack's grandfather sat down, Jack bent down and started putting his flute together. He looked at his grandfather's flute and saw that his flute was very old, pretty much looked like carved wood. Jack went to the top of the highest rock and started playing his favorite songs, closing his eyes, enjoying the sound once again swimming in his little ear. His mom had made him stop playing for a while because she wanted him to concentrate on studying. Then he opened his eyes while he was still playing, the memory flashed in his mind when he played in the city at midnight. After that, he finished with a soft blow, and glanced up at the heavens. "Wow, no wonder why you got first place at that competition. Your flute sounds so natural, and calm, and it shows no sign of worries."
"Thanks, I guess I have a little talent of playing the flute..." Jack, not finishing the sentence, gazing back up at the passive sky, wishing he had done these years ago.