Geffard wiped the sweat from his brow and combed his fingers through his blondy brown hair. He had just come back from the Sunday market. He had traded three pails of milk for a sack of flour. Geffard returned home, herded the cows into the shed, drove the herd of three hundred sheep into the barn and put the five hen house doors down. That was when he heard a car horn. Worry filled Geffard's blue-grey eyes as he turned around to find the army Commander stepping out of a army truck. He finished putting the hogs away, wiped his slender fingers on his muddy brown pants and went to ask what was up.
"Er, hmmm...you, Geffard Verkerk, have been commanded to go to war,” recited the commander.
"Er, hmmm...you, Geffard Verkerk, have been commanded to go to war,” recited the commander.
“But I...”
“No buts.”
“What about my kids? They’re only eighteen, I mean who would look after the farm, the sheep, hogs, cows, hens and the horse. They might stuff up, break something, kill something or...”
“What comes first farm or country huh?”
Geffard turned his back muttering,
“Bloody army, bloody General.”
He went to tell his kids who immediately started asking questions about what to do, how to do it and lots more. Soon Geffard was all packed and in uniform. His bulky arms just fit in the sleeves. Then he jumped into the General's car and drove away as the farm disappeared into the distance.
Talofa Daniel, well done on your opening sentence on giving me a glimpse of how hard Geffard works. Good use of speech marks indicating when your character is speaking and he really did feel angry against the army and the general. I can see you enjoyed your learning about the world war two. Well done Dan. Otalani
ReplyDeletehi dan,
ReplyDeletegood narritive because you wove the story in with desciption
by david
wow dan that was a good person that you named.
ReplyDeleteHello Daniel,
ReplyDeleteI really liked your story. How do you think the kids got on while their Dad was away at war? Who do you think helped them with all the farm chores?