Condensed from “Eighty Acres”
Ronald Jager
–Year after year, it bears the fruit of blind faith…
That June evening I was about ten. As I stood on our front porch, my eye caught an unusual plant, not more than five inches high. It was the merest seedling, but my father identified it as a young apple tree. Immediately I adopted it. I would transplant it, care for it as my own, and it would thrive. When I was a man and farmed this land, it would bear Continue reading
Part II – A Farm
At a certain times in our lives we consider every place as the possible site for a house. I have thus searched the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live. In imagination I have bought all the farms, one after another, for all were to be bought an I knew their price.
The nearest that I came to actual ownership was when I bought the Hollowell place and had made preparations to begin farming. But before the owner completed the sale with Continue reading
Once there was a monkey who lived in a big fruit tree. The trees was quite close to the sea, and he could see all kinds of fishes swimming and playing around. He made friends with one of them, a big shark who came every day to sit under the tree. So each time the big fish sat under the tree, the monkey told him stories and all that had been happening on land. He even brought the shark food now and then.
One day the shark said to the monkey, “Please come with me to my house. I Continue reading