Dewey Farm Mga Nobela at Kwento

Morning on the mountain slope arrived with mist creeping through the gaps in the wooden walls of the cottage. The scent of cloves dampened by dew filled the air, offering a strange sense of calm to Dewangga. He stepped out onto the terrace, stretching muscles that still often felt stiff. In his hand was a small hoe; he planned to plant a few vegetable seedlings behind the hut. “You seem to be enjoying your role as a farmer, Dewangga,” a hoarse voice came from the corner of the terrace.

"It's disappointing, man. So fucking disappointing." I wanted to punch him and break his nose then and there but I reconsidered after judging all the parts he would break if his punches landed on me in return. Hell no... I wasn't ready to die yet. The main reason for Dewey's visit was obvious. There was a new girl he had been stalking for a while. He needed a wingman to go with him while he dropped the moves on her. A little confidence boost. Dewey liked the girl because of her ass. He was the type of guy that went crazy for ass. You could lead him into an invasion trap set by a terrorist group if the right type of ass was to pass by. To him, it wasn't about the size but the shape. To Dewey,

I pressed my lips together and shook my head at the situation before turning and leaving the farmhouse to go talk with dad and Ivy. I walked out to the stables to check if they were there or if they were out already checking cattle and fences. As I got closer to the stables, I heard them talking while the horses made noise. I walked in to see what they were up to and to ask dad some questions. Ivy was saddling Tucker next to his stall and dad was saddling his horse, Buster. “What are you two up to?” I asked. “Getting ready to go check cattle and fences. A fox got into the coop last night and killed four of the hens,” dad told me.