Chapter Three- Fight

"Hold still, Cotton!" Jack held on tightly to the struggling animal as he lifted the heavy shears with his right hand. With a bleating cry, the sheep escaped Jack's grasp. It rounded the barn several times loudly, every pass it made, it tried to bite Jack. "I didn't want to do this..." The farmer had enough of the animal's protests, and while it came around the far corner, Jack knelt down. As it came his way, Jack was able to grab its front hoof and flip it over. Stunned, the animal thrashed its legs with wide eyes, unable to get back up. With the shears, Jack snipped away the wool, and after finishing, he helped the animal to its feet. Jack was out of breath at this point, and he left the barn quickly before Cotton could get revenge.

The sun was now positioned at the top of the sky, and the warmest part of the day was starting. The many crops that Jack grew were ready to harvest, so he got to work. After selling all of his turnips and most of his potatoes, a very sweaty farmer retired inside the house for a nice, long bath.

The warm steam circled him and relaxed him. He closed his eyes groggily as he laid in the large bath. His thoughts went to his time in the city and the voice in his head spoke. You couldn't do this while you lived in the city. Everyday, there would only be enough time for showers. Everyday, you worked for that jerk of a boss and-

Jack heard a soft knock on the door. "Perfect timing," he muttered, agitated. Grabbing a towel from the cabinet, Jack wrapped it around him and walked to the door. He opened the door and he could see slick, black hair and a pair of beady eyes. "I don't want any," Jack snapped and was about to close the door when the man spoke.

"Please sir, we have some apples that you-"

Jack locked the door after he closed it without a word. There's one thing you can never avoid, no matter where you live. Annoying sellers.

With a sigh, Jack went back into the bathroom and drained out the water. A relaxing bath, ruined. His stomach growled, and he went into the kitchen to see what to eat. The fridge was bare; Jack hadn't put any crops in there like he planned. Guess I'll just go to the store, he thought. Exciting! He rolled his eyes and laughed scornfully at his pitiful, boring life. After getting dressed, he left his house, hoping he'd be able to talk to a few exciting people.

He reached the super market, and it didn't come as a surprise that he could already hear Karen even when the door was closed. Smiling slightly, Jack opened the door and walked in. A fight had broken out between two of the town's young adults, not to mention one of the town's couples. "Rick!" Karen screeched. Her long, dark blonde hair was everywhere, and her green eyes shined with anger. A bag of flour whizzed by Jack's head, and broke on the wall, sending white dust everywhere. A boy of 18 years with medium length blonde hair looked at the spot where the bag had landed and gulped. His glasses were askew and his eyes were wide as he ran from Karen. He sprinted to one side of the seed display, and Karen was on the other side. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him. "Karen, please!" Rick pleaded.

"Rick, you have been late to one of our dates for the LAST TIME!" she boomed.

Oh, is that was this whole thing is about? Jack thought, amused. He kept back a laugh, not wanting to make Karen even more upset.

Rick was about to speak when a bar of chocolate collided with his forehead. "Ow!" He smacked his forehead where he was hit and checked for blood.

At this point, Jack was doubled over with laughter. He held onto his sides as he saw Rick's eyes start to water.

Sasha finally came out of the back room, and she took Karen to the side. Seeing Sasha's bored reaction, Jack could see that this happened very recently.

After a few minutes and a few "Moooom!"s, Karen turned around and walked up to Rick reluctantly. "I'm sorry I hit you with a chocolate bar." She glared at her mom, and Sasha looked back at her, demanding more apology. "Fine... and I'm sorry I tried to suffocate you with curry powder."

Rick stared. "You didn't do that."

"Oh, I guess I was thinking about doing that next."

More staring.

Jack cracked up, and Karen turned to him. "What the hell do you want?"

Sasha gasped. "Karen! He's a customer!"