Hello everybody!
I want to say "Thank you" to Elaine Dawkins, Charlene Bates and IlseAverilHaysworth for your wonderful, encureging reviews!
O.K. just so you all don't get confused Patrick and Fagin are the same guy.
Alrighty on with the show!
CHAPTER 2
TENth BIRTHDAY
..."Happy birthday Patrick!" A soft voice said close to the boys ear. "Did you have sweet dreams?"
The curly redhead lifted his head lazily and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. "Course I did mother, just five more minutes of sleep? Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaase?!"
Jenny Fall laughed at her don's mournful question. "Course not, your father needs your help in the barn, and besides you don't want to miss your special birthday breakfast, do you? It is your birthday today, remember? Your turning ten today!"
"Exactly, don't you see," Patrick began to reason with his mother. "If today is my birthday why can't I get five extra minutes of sleep, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt me, and besides I'm awful tired." He said the last part with an enormous yawn.
"Oh come on," said his mother, playfully hitting his shoulder. "You know what the Proverbs say don't you? She then began to recite Proverbs 6:9-11 'How long will you lie there, you sluggard? When will you get up from your sleep? A little sleep, a lttle slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest - and poverty will come on you like a bandit and scarcity like an armed man.'"
"Well I highly doubt THAT would happen." And with that Patrick stretched before before snuggling back down into the warm covers.
"Young man," Jenny laughed. "If I let you sleep five more minutes, that five minutes would turn into ten, and the ten, would turn into thiry, and that thirty would turn into an hour, and before know it you will have slept the whole day! So you had better get up NOW before I get you're father up here with a bucket of cold water!"
At that Patrick jumped out of bed and frantically started searching for some shirt and trousers.
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When Patrick came down from his bedroom, he saw that the breakfast table was nicely spread with wonderjul smelling food. His mouth began to water, and he sank down into a chair and just stared at the meal, and licked his lips.
"How's our ten year old boy today?" A booming voice asked. Patrick looked up as he felt a clap on his shoulder into the sparkling blue eyes of his father.
"Very well father." He answered. "And you?"
"The same."
"Our we ready to tend to the stock?" Patrick questioned.
"Well actually I think the question should be, 'our we ready to eat'. You see I have already done all the chores and I'm pretty hungry." Mathew Fall smiled down at his son.
"Thank you sir!" Patrick beamed, jumping up and running to the table.
Breakast tasted wonderful, and the day rolled smoothly by. When evening came his father presented him with his father presented him with his birthday gift, a pair of shiny, black boots.
"Oh!" Patrick breathed in excitement. "Thank you very much, I love them."
Mathew laughed, "Try them on, see if they fit."
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Later that evening after dinner, Patrick smiled at his parents who were laughing heartily over a joke, wiggled his toes in his boots, filled his mouth with the deliciouse honey cake his mother had made as a desert, and thought that life would always be as happy and as enjoyable as this, but, little did he know...
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Well there is chapter two.
This is kind of showing how Fagin/Patrick lived, not very interasting, but, I hope they will get better.
Hope you all enjoyed it!
CheeroD