Ant Farm Novels & Stories

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

ask Robert. "Of course!" I'm sure instead of just staying here, I feel awkward if I'm silent but not at home alone. Robert took me on a tour of his village and explained parts of the village. After that, we headed for the farm which was tens of meters away from the village. Cattle pens are put together to form a long building. "It's pretty wide, apparently, so what livestock do you have?" "We raise cows, goats and buffaloes, they suggest it is because there are lots of grass fields around here. The dregs from making tofu are also used as feed," Robert

"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."

The farm structure includes: a horse stable, grazing ground for cows, pigs and goats, a chicken coup and many more. There's a vegetable garden with fruit orchards and flower fields. I used this farm I opened to help the needy, like if anyone needs a job all he had to do was to just come to the farm and apply for a post. There are many jobs to be done in the farm, there's milking the cows and goats, gathering eggs, grooming the horses, planting, harvesting, delivering, cheese making and so on. There's a big building built where the worker live, they're usually people who lived on the streets so they live in the farm.

"I guess we had enough time earlier for our rest. At this moment, I want you to know what your tasks are today, but before that, I just want to tell you that all those who come to us from your company have also gone through what you went through. The most challenging thing is helping us here at the farm. I also want to inform you that this farm became our support system when the Greyford Empire's budget for the children and for us managers at the orphanage was delayed to be sent on the orphanage's account." I just saw this side of Ester. In addition to being funny, she speaks well, as if she were an anchor, so she grabbed my attention. "This is a large farm of the orphanage; there is a garde