Ant Farm Novels & Stories

she said with a big smile. The old man who owned the farm came over and smiled at their excitement. "You've done a great job. These plants are growing healthy because you are taking good care of them. Soon, you will be able to reap the rewards," he said. That day, Damian and Joy not only took care of their plants, but also learned more about animal husbandry. They helped milk a cow for the first time, an experience that made them nervous at first, but then felt very satisfied when they got it right.

he smiles, taking my helmet from me and placing it on the back of the bike. "Yeah, we should do a ride in the daylight, out to The Farm," I tell him in excitement. The Farm is a place, about forty minutes from where we live, with beautiful gardens and heaps of animals. It's like a zoo, but much less confined and restricted. "Sure, we can do that," he assures me. I remove my gloves and he does the same. My fingers now smell like leather, but I don't mind too much. He reaches for my hand and I subtly wipe my palms on my jeans, before taking his offer, not wanting him to see my hands are clammy.

another man raised his voice while leading the cows to the mango orchards to avoid the direct tropical heat. “So you’re working at the farm?!” She followed up too many questions and it impeded her from hearing Oneil’s word “no”. “What’s wrong at working in the barn or in a farm?” Oneil asked while gesturing to his friends in a request for three more minutes to talk with his mother. “It’s still a good business especially in an agricultural hub.” “My dear son, you were a leader in the high finance and corporate world. Why are you doing this?” Latifa prepared herself to lament. But Oneil continued.

The fencing was pretty, but it wasn’t practical. I added it to my list of things that could be cut back on to get the farm in the black. Spending thousands of dollars for pretty and easy was not the way a farm operated. I parked my truck alongside a fleet of brand-new Chevy Silverado trucks. Each of them had small logos on the door. I groaned, shaking my head at the waste of money. Farm trucks weren’t meant to be pretty.

She gasped at the breathtaking view before her. Stretching as far as the eye could see, the farm was an expansive nut plantation, meticulously arranged in perfect rows. From afar, she saw workers moving between the trees. Shaker machines were already deployed. There were other barn-like structures, which Charlie assumed were meant to store the nuts. “Oh, my god!” she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest. “This isn’t just a farm. It’s a nut empire.”

"How does this taste so good?" "There's a farm in Indiana, 'Seven Sons,' they treat their animals exceptionally well. They make sure they're not stressed out; that way, their hormones don't go all over the place, affecting the meat's quality. The cows, pigs, and chickens roam freely in the fields. They're all grass-fed, and the grass is loaded with nutrients. I've been there multiple times; I go about four times a year. I make sure all the meat comes from there, and the eggs, milk, and vegetables we can't grow on the roof." Daphnie looked up at me and asked, "You?"

A storm and not a shadow. I smirk. Then head to the bathroom. A bath is in order. Tonight, the tide begins to turn and not in favor of Gerald. *** Evening. Back from the fields. The scent of dust, cattle, and iron still clings to my clothes. Our meat farm, a legacy passed down from my father, runs like clockwork. Premium stock. Premium cuts. Just like the Ford family’s dairy empire, the Herewits dominate another part of the food chain. Premium meats.

I said, tearing my eyes away from his mesmerizing face. “Let’s visit the stable.” He said. I bobbed my head eagerly. “Sure, sounds like a plan,” I replied, trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach. He walked beside me. “Careful with your steps,” I hummed. “Carl, how many families work on the farm?” “About four families work here regularly. They’ve been with us for years, like extended family.” “What do they do?”

Celine looked at Aunt Marge who was listening intently at the old man all through out. It seems Aunt Marge has already changed sides. “Would you like to look around, Aunt Marge?” she asked politely. “Of course, a little walk won’t hurt I think” the elegant woman rose from the sofa and excitedly walked behind the old man. As soon as they reached the back door, they were greeted by blossoming flowers in different colours. The garden led to a green field with pathway leading to a series of barns. “We have horses, cattle, cows, the usual farm animals. The other side is where the bees are but I don’t suggest you go there. The other part is the orchard for the vegetables. And then fruit-bearing tr

It was a welcome change and a healthy substitute for all the processed foods we had to consume in the cities. The house itself was nothing compared to Xaden’s villa but it was still nothing to scoff at as well. It was a solid three-bedroom bungalow with four bathrooms. It had a large compound with a few farm animals on the property and a traditional looking barn and stable. Since I was totally hopeless when it came to catering for a farm property, I’d employed two farm hands to keep up with the requirements of the farm and also to make sure the animals didn’t die of neglect.