Ant Farm Novels & Stories

That would really take a load off all of us. I was so glad our part-time guy could come early on the weekends, the idea that I could have two days off from working and from class was almost a dream. A farm doesn’t take a day off, ever. Animals need to eat and be cleaned up after, every single day. My dream of adding a restaurant to the farm hopefully wasn't just a pipe dream. It was all I thought about. I promised my mom I'd make it happen in her lifetime.

She had to drink a glass of water before replying to him. “Most of our food is fresh from the farm.” She said fondly while thinking of her marmee and everyone in the farm at that moment. She feels relaxed now that they are talking about something she is comfortable discussing. “That’s great! I am a city guy. I never lived on a farm but it would be great to have one. I think farming can be a good business if you handle it well.” He spoke enthusiastically over the subject of farming. Amber wonders how someone like him could handle a farm life. She could not even imagine Devlin doing some farming work. She almost laughed at her crazy idea. She just could not picture him in the farm at all.

He then announced, “Good. Tomorrow, you and Savy can have your free time. Go around town. The city boy isn't that bad after all." He turned to Savannah and suggested, “You can give him a tour at the milking parlor while we prepare for dinner.” “Eh, okay, grandpa,” Savannah agreed. Savannah and Alexander drove to the biggest structure on the farm, and it was there where Alexander witnessed the modern-day method of milking cows. When he entered the milking parlor, his eyes widened. He exclaimed, “What?! Are you kidding me, Savy!" He saw rows of cows with tubes attached to their teats. Pointing to one tube, he asked, “What are these?”

Luckily, the designer had accepted, and as soon as she graduated, they would officially start working together. Gunner had opened a new vet clinic, specializing mostly in physical therapy for horses, seeing how many get euthanized, instead of retiring them to greener pastures. Christopher and Palmer bought their own ranch, and decided to try their hand at a stud farm, along with a dairy farm, which was making them millions in profits each year. It had been a great investment. “What are you naming them?” the nurse asked Palmer and Faith. “We are naming ours Holt,” Gunner replied as Faith smiled at him, agreeing with the choice.

As he started the engine and traveled to the gas station, Anne asks, "Mama, Papa called up. He said he can't contact you because you were out of the service area. Where is that farm actually, Mama?" Daniele explains, "I should return to the office early tomorrow for the employees' time logging in. It is somewhere on the east hillside between those valleys with full of pine trees. There are strawberries and grapes plantations with about 50 apple trees and half hectares of wheat plantation. The place is densely weedy and so many snakes, and wolves during nighttime.” Wow, That's a great job, Mama. You previously had a break from working at the mental health clinic, but now you're working hard o

"You're interested in taking this farm off my hands?" "Yes, Mr. Lane," Helen nodded. "Hoho. Then do you know how much this farm costs, along with the maintenance fees and the rest?" Mark chuckled, holding the saddle as he pointed at a distant river. "That farmland over there, where we grow various fruits and vegetables, is the size of two villages. That's around seven square kilometers of land there." Then, pointing southeast, Mark continued, "Over there are the horse stables and woods where fruit trees are grown. It's around seven square kilometers too… Oh, and there's also livestock."

And then there was him. Mr. Rowan. The farm owner. Broad shoulders, sleeves rolled to his elbows, rough hands that looked like they could snap a man in half. His eyes raked over me like I was already in trouble. “You’re Chrissmel?” he asked, voice low and gritty. “Yeah.” I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Here to… milk cows, I guess.” His mouth tugged at the corner, almost amused. “Follow me.” The barn stank of hay, sweat, and animals. I wrinkled my nose. “Ugh… this is disgusting,” I muttered, hands already sticky with straw. “I should be in New York right now, not jerking off cows for cash.”

Unlike Yeshua, they weren't like this. "I'll call Yeshua," Oxem said before jogging inside his house. Yeshua came out soon, and we proceeded to their farm at the back of the house. Their property was vast. They owned almost a few acres, and their farm included chickens, ducks, cows, and more. Oxem accompanied us to help and answer any questions we had. He also toured us around the entire farm and poultry to familiarize us. We needed to finish our tasks here so that we wouldn't have to come back.

After driving for 10 minutes on the road, We got to the Leo Farm. He ran purebred red angus cattle, well-known in cattle circles for their pedigree. He had all the scientific equipment necessary for a prosperous operation, including high-tech methods of genetic breeding, artificial insemination, embryo transplantation, cross-breeding for leanness, low birth weight and daily weight gain ratio, as well as expert feed formulation.

Turnabout is fair play, Farmer Boy. Evidently resigning himself, he straightened from the wall and joined her in the center of the room. "Well, to put it simply, I'm a farmer. But that really undersells the reality of what we do out at Maxwell Organics." He launched into his explanation, easy and in his element, clearly discussing his passion. The low cadence of his voice settled more of Athena's nerves, such that by the time he finished, she felt far more in control. "In short, we're all about sustainable, organic agriculture."