Diary of a Farmer
Chapter 2
That night Jack dreamt of his last summer in Mineral Town. His Grandfather had been especially busy that summer and had rarely found time to play with Jack, but strangely it was one of Jacks most memorable summers on the farm. Through the night he relived the memories one by one. The time the he agitated the rooster and it chased him across the yard, When he watched his grandfathers cow give birth. But the memory that seemed to stick out in his mind the most was his last day on the farm. Grandpa had gone to town with his produce and Jack was left by himself to play on the farm. He decided to leave the farm and go exploring on Mothers hill.
He was wandering around the waterfall when Jack heard a small noise coming from the bushes. At first Jack thought it was some small animal. Grandpa had warned him about the wild dogs that lived in the mountains and told him to be careful when he was alone. Jack held his breath, a dog? He thought. No, it didn't sound like one. Jack was curious now and pushed away the branches. There was a little girl his age there, she was crying.
The little girl stopped crying and looked at Jack, not bothering to wipe away her tears. Jack didn't know what to do, the girl just sat there staring at him with large teary eyes. Finally Jack spoke. "He...hey, umm…are you ok?" The little girl just kept staring. "Do…do you want to play, with me?" Jack asked. The girl just nodded and wiped the tears of her face. Jack took her hand and helped her out of the bushes. He looked around for a place he thought she would like to play, for some reason he wanted to cheer her up more than anything right now.
Jack saw a patch of pink cat flowers growing on the side of the hill, girls like flowers right? He thought to himself. "Do you like pink cat flowers?" he asked her. "The girl was silent for a moment "They're my favorite." She said quietly. "Great." Jack said "Let's go play over there."
She nodded and they walked over and sat in the flowers. Jack remembered that his kindergarten class had made flower headbands during arts and crafts time and wondered if he could remember how to make them. He immediately picked a few flowers and started weaving them together. The girl sat next to Jack her large eyes watching his hands as he weaved the flowers together. Soon he had a small wreath of pink cat flowers just big enough to fit his head. He held the up the wreath proud of his work. "What do you think?" he asked. "Pretty." Jack took the wreath and placed it on her head. "There yours." The little girl smiled widely
They sat in the flowers a little longer silently enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze. The girl turned around at looked at mother's hill. "Can we go to the top?" she asked timidly. "Sure." Jack helped her up and they headed up the path to the top of the hill. Along the way she spotted some wild strawberries growing off the path. "Look, strawberries, my favorite!" she ran of the path and started picking and eating the berries. "Try one." She said handing Jack a berry. Jack had eaten wild strawberries with his grandfather before but for some reason they had never tasted this sweet.
It was beautiful at the top of Mothers hill. You could stare down a peaceful Mineral Town or at the surrounding mountains, both sights were beautiful. Jack had only been to the top once before but couldn't remember it. The girl started to hum and Jack looked at her. "Is it ok if I sing?" she asked shyly. Jack nodded and she started to sing a little song Jack had never heard before. It was probably a song she had made up herself just then but Jack liked the sound of her sweet voice. Time flew by and soon he could hear his parents and grandfather calling him from the bottom of the hill. Jack stood up and so did the little girl. "I have to go now." Jack said sadly. "My parents are here to take me home, back to the city." "No!" she cried. "Don't leave. "I promise I'll come back someday." He said "You promise?"
"I promise."
"I promise."
"I promise."
The dream little by little began to fade and Jack soon fond himself back in bed in the farm house under his grandfather's old faded quilt. I wonder, thought Jack. Is she still here?
Author's notes: Well there's chapter 2. In the end Jack will end up with the little girl he met, but who should she be? I'm going to introduce the girls in the next few chapters, if you don't know them already. I'm still deciding which girl she should be so if you have any ideas please review and tell me. Thank you.