Farmer George

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George wasn’t like the other boys. He liked to keep records. He’d logged all the registration plates and types of farm machinery he could find, entering the details in a little notebook. The summer months were spent looking in barns, waving to farmers and dozing in the bountiful fields.

The other boys liked football and girls. George didn’t. He liked tractors and farms.

The other boys teased George, but he didn’t mind, he was the biggest, but he wasn’t like them.

Often, he left them tied up in the cornfield. Mostly they escaped before the combine came. Mostly.

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13 Responses to Farmer George

  1. camgal says:

    Meticulous isn’t he? And a tad scary. Well done.

  2. Bad Farmer…. the next reality series!

  3. How evil but I’m laughing anyway.

    janet

  4. Mostly… I like the use of that word

  5. Sandra says:

    Hell of a guy to have around… 🙂

  6. atrm61 says:

    Ha!ha!This was wicked cool-loved the way everything was-umm-ordinary? And then wham!Excellent story 🙂

  7. Ooh. Note to self: Do not anger George if you ever meet him. He will find you, tie up in the fields and run you over with the combine!

  8. “Mostly”. Great sting in this one’s tale.

  9. Hala J. says:

    Sinister li’l kid isn’t he? Loved this!

  10. Don’t tease the farmer – he has access to all sorts of tools and machinery!
    Well told – I liked George even though I shouldn’t have

  11. Dear Kelly,

    Sort of the male version of Carrie here. Much killing and reaping. .Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  12. sandraconner says:

    Oh, this is well-done. The plot is so horrible, but the end is so funny I can’t not laugh.

  13. Well-done story with an unexpected scary ending.

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