Carrot Man Baguio Novels & Stories

Lechon stewed over the fire as Ambrosio, a faithful human protein-vegetarian aswang, turned the roast boar on the spit. "Ambrosio, do you think I have what it takes to change the loathsome ways of the Ikapati Tribe for good?" Catarina mused. Her swordstick cane - made of rosewood and bamboo - was lacquered bright and boot polish black. She smirked, petting the golden Philippine eagle in silver on its cobblestone crest. Catarina ran sharp red nails over its bright metal beak.

Carnation's eyebrows rose at the young man's question. "You don't have any buko juice, so why are you offering?" She knows he has nothing to offer. She didn't see any coconut juice in the picnic basket. "Yeah, but there are buko trees up there. You might want to drink, I'll climb up to pick you some fruit." "You will? You're not afraid to fall?" The young man shook his head. "If you really want buko juice, I'll climb up there to get you some fruit no matter how tall the tree is—"

It is loaded with different kinds of fruits and vegetables. "Where is the owner of this?" Seb questioned. "It doesn't matter, we just have to take it with us," I said. "That's stealing," Conrad said. "That would sound bad if we have any other option," I smirked. Before any of them could respond to me, a stunted bouncy man appeared from the bushes. He was zipping his pants like he just came from peeing. He got surprised upon seeing us. "Hey! What are you planning with my carriage? Are you stealing my goods!?" He walked very fast and bouncy towards us.

As she reached the bottom, her eyes caught sight of Mang Lope returning from outside, carrying a basket overflowing with freshly harvested fruits and vegetables. "Good morning, dear," Mang Lope greeted her warmly, his voice carrying that same gentle affection he always had for her. The basket in his arms was brimming with color—ripe mangoes, bananas with their skin still tinged with green, and bright orange papayas, their sweet scent filling the air. Patricia smiled, her heart lifting at the sight of the vibrant produce. "Good morning, Mang Lope. I slept like a baby last night," she admitted, a soft laugh escaping her as she felt the lingering peace of her restful sleep.

Job Unang araw pa lang sa Coron ay alam ko na kaagad ang pagkakaiba nito sa Manila. Bukod sa napakagandang tanawin na nakikita ko sa bintana. Kitang kita ko ang mga taong may dala dalang kalabaw para sa kanilang hanapbuhay. Mayroon ding ang tanging dala ay supot ng sako at marahil ay gamit para sa pagsasaka.

he replied. “Oh, it’s beautiful there, dear. You’ll love it. Make sure to take her to Loboc River as well. I’m sure she’ll enjoy it. Alright, take care, okay?” the elderly woman advised. I smiled at her as we said goodbye. “Take care, too, Nay,” Carlew said before we left. He handed me the bag of treats he had bought. It seemed to be filled with native desserts from Bohol. He drove quietly while I kept looking back at the bakery we had just visited.

I’m already dead worried of my kids, he doesn’t need to be on the list too. “You’re up,” he says as if he didn’t notice how I sounded a second ago, both panicked and worried. “Where are you?” I repeat the question but again, he ignores it, “How long have you been up? Are you feeling better now?” Just when I’m about to give him a piece of my mind to not make me ask for the third time, the main door suddenly opens with the man himself making an appearance. He has multiple recycle bags dangling at each hand, filled with items that I think some of them are fruits and vegetables. Think I saw carrot and bananas peeking out of one of the bags.

“We could certainly use the help with the monsters, so if knights wish to cross the mountains and search our lands for creatures to kill, I cannot imagine anyone here complaining about it. I am amazed that you managed to convince the mage to permit you to pass.” The front door opened, and heavy footsteps announced Caraway’s return. He came in carrying a cloth-wrapped bundle under one arm and a basket over the other and grinned when he saw us. “Hello!” He said cheerfully. “Sleepyhead,” he accused me as he dumped his purchases on the table in front of me. “I bought you things.” “Oh dear,” I grimaced. “Ugh,” he complained. “Some appreciation, please. I’m not an idiot. The girl selling the thing

He bought the whole stall when she turned her back. By sundown, the city had shifted. The cool Baguio air carried the scent of grilled meat, roasted corn, and cheap perfume. Neon signs flickered to life as they walked into the pulse of the night market, where bright tarps and crowded stalls hummed with Tagalog conversations.

"Of course I really miss you but I'm more excited about the thing that you bought in Manila for me." I accompanied her with laughter. I didn't even take long to give the gift. I handed them the five paper bags I had bought in Manila. The contents of those are blouses and pants. I handed Manong Emman the other paper bags to those working on the plantation. I bought them cookies and other desserts that I bought at an expensive cake shop in Manila. They are very happy for sure.