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It was his first day at his grandpa's farm. The farm was covered with green from the grass that went up to his ankles, to the blooming flowers and apple trees that looked like they were straight out of a picture book. His grandfather took good care of the land, though the opposite could be said to the outside of the house-barn lying on a small hill. The house-barn's red paint was hastily done and resembled a child using watercolors for the first time, not to mention the poorly done barn itself. Wooden planks stuck out from the outside of the barn. The inside of the barn was in better shape thankfully.

A young boy was lying on a bed inside of the barn, covered by a blue and white striped blanket. The room smelled of clothes that haven't been washed for days and dirty socks lying on a pile.

"Pete," a faint voice called out to the boy from downstairs. "Get up, it's nine o' clock."

The voice came from an old man walking up the stairs. As he made his way up, his features were more visible such as his gray hair and beard. Pete's grandpa was wearing a straw hat and a dirty shirt and pants with overalls.

"Pete," Grandpa said while shaking Pete's shoulder, getting a stretched out "What?" in return. "Remember I said I'd show you around the farm today?"

Pete's eyes opened as a smile crossed his face, beaming at the thought of working alongside his grandpa. The 10-year-old boy had been waiting for months till summer in order to go to his grandpa's farm.

"Yeah, I remember," Pete said, sitting up and stretching as he yawned. "I've been waiting for this day for months!"

Grandpa gave out a chuckle. "Breakfast is downstairs, I'll meet you outside in an hour."

Pete was going to ask what was for breakfast but dropped the conversation due to Grandpa walking away. Knowing he'd be thinking about it till he got downstairs, he let out a sigh.