Hello, and this one is a bit strange. It was written in the same kind of vein as a fable or fairy tale. But the more likely candidate is a children’s story, plain and simple. It’s a simple story to follow, with a clear beginning and ending. Except, it isn’t that simple. Not with this farm out north. It’s a short story that involves ideas of capitalism and labor. Somewhere among the strange corn fields there is corruption to be had, and the real travesty are the people who blindly buy into this corruption. Though, if all that is hexing, than this is just a twisted story about a boy who works on a corn field, nothing more, nothing less. Here you go, “Farm Out North”.
Once upon a time, there was a farm out north. This farm was very wide and very long. It had rows and rows of corn fields, and rows and rows of farm animals. You can see cows and chickens and sheep, and they would all play together in their pens. Apart from the fields and animals, there was a bright red barn house with a grain silo, and a smaller house where Mr. North lived. Mr. North was a kind old man who lived alone in his farm house out north. Every day he woke up to tend to his corn fields. He would place a corn seed into the hole he dug, then fill it and pat it down with his small spade. Mr. North spent half his day planting corn seeds, and the other half he spent tending to his animals by feeding the cows, grooming the sheep and playing with the chicken.
One day a small boy named Henry walked onto Mr. North’s farm. Henry was out playing and just so happened to stumble on the farm. Mr. North, who was busy working that day, did not notice Henry until the guard dogs starting barking at him. Henry wasn’t afraid of the dogs, and began playing with them, but when Mr. North came to check up on the commotion, Henry froze up and looked at Mr. North like a deer in headlights.
“Hello,” Mr. North said with a small smile on his face. Henry remained motionless as he saw Mr. North tower over him. The guard dog left Henry and began circling Mr. North, occasionally growling. Mr. North thought about the small boy in front of him, and then said, “Are you lost?” Henry shook his head. Mr. North then asked him, “Would you like something to eat?” Henry was hesitant, knowing that his parents told him to be very wary of strangers, so Henry shook his head.
“Oh you see. I’m a farmer–” Mr. North made a motion to point at his coverall, “I have so much extra food, that if I don’t eat it, it’ll just go in the garbage.” Henry knew that his mom also told him that wasting food was very bad, and that if he were to waste food, she would get angry at him. Henry didn’t want that to happen.
“But I’m just an old man living alone, so I can never finish all the food.”
“I can help you,” Henry said hesitantly with a quiet voice. Mr. North smiled at Henry but then said, “But I can’t trouble you to stay and eat. After all, I still have all this work left to do.” Mr. North pointed at his corn fields, “I can only make food after I’m done all my work. If I had help, I would be done much quicker, and my tired bones would be much better, and my corn fields would be much happier.” Henry, who listened to Mr. North’s story, lit up and thought up of a brilliant plan, “I know! Why don’t I help you with the farm? And then you can finish and we can eat!” Mr. North smiled brightly at Henry and patted him on the head. Mr. North showed Henry exactly what to do on the corn fields, and once Henry had the swing of things, Mr. North said, “I’ll go tend to the animals now.” Henry nodded, and smiled back, and then turned to continue his work.
Mr. North, who was a deceiving man was in fact a misanthrope, and knew very well what he was doing, and how to deal with Henry. Mr. North was very frugal, and once the chance at free labor presented itself to Mr. North, he couldn’t help but latch onto that. Mr. North was a conniving man.
Once all of the work was done, Henry went up to Mr. North, but before Henry could even speak, Mr. North said, “Oh but the fields are not done yet. I cannot make food until all the fields are filled. I’m sorry, but will you help me tomorrow as well? Once all the fields are done, I’ll make you something to eat, okay? Otherwise all my food will go to waste.”
“But Mr. It took me forever just to do all that. How will we ever finish?” Henry asked.
“Why don’t you go home, and bring some friends along? That way, we can finish, and we can make sure none of the food goes to waste.” Henry thought about it, and agreed. Henry went home that day, and told all his friends to come the next day. Mr. North smiled at the kindness that Henry showed, and also smiled at his own nefarious plan.
The next day, Henry came with all his friends to work on the farm. They worked tirelessly planting corn seeds into his corn fields, and without a doubt they had made tremendous progress. Mr. North was also relieved that this amount of kindness was still present in this anathema filled world. Mr. North would use this kindness till the end of his days, the same way he’s always been, and will never give back because he is a man that is deserving of no praise.
The following week, Henry and his friends worked and worked, putting seed after seed of corn until Mr. North could finally rest easy for the next yield. On the day that they were done, Mr. North had told the children to come back for a big feast. He told them he would bake them delicious corn bread, and delicious milk from his cow’s, and delicious eggs from his chicken. All the kids were very hungry because of all the work they did the entire week, and looked forward to coming back to Mr. North’s farm.
As they arrived back at Mr. North’s farm, Mr North’s dogs began barking at them. Mr. North trained his dogs to do that. Mr. North came to check on the commotion, and Henry and his friends all looked at him with high expectations, but Mr. North had ideas otherwise.
“Hello,” Mr. North said with the same smile he used when Henry had stumbled upon his farm the first time.
“We’re here for the big feast!” Henry did not know Mr. North’s name.
“What?” Mr. North said, feigning ignorance.
“You said that after we do all the work, that we would all eat together so you wouldn’t waste food,” Henry explained. Mr. North continued, and grew angry, “You kids think you helped me? I did all the work myself! I have no food for you!” Mr. North then motioned for the dogs to bark wildly at the kids, which scared them all off. Henry, who didn’t know what had happened, began crying as he went home. His parents asked him what was wrong, and Henry explained the whole situation.
“A farmer?” Henry’s mother asked.
“Which one?” Henry’s father asked.
“The one up north,” Henry said with tears in his eyes. Henry’s mother and father both looked at each other with confusion. They had not known of any farmer up north.