It was the Animals & Insects

By Darren Barker

Six tales of terror and horror featuring creature that could be near you. Be wary of Chickens, Hedgehogs, Trout, Gnats, Pheasants and spiders.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren Barker
• Release date: Jan 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465924438

Darren Barker

Writes in the Horror and sci-fi and Paranormal/supernatural genre mainly, but dabbles a little elsewhere, and short stories :

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It was the Animals & Insects

By Darren Barker

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It was the Animals & Insects

Copyright © 2012 Darren Barker

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It was the chickens

It is a usual day at the farm. Boring and muddy and very much like the wife, miserable. I was out early getting the bloody animals fed, in the barn getting all the food necessary to feed all the livestock, when I hear a car pulling up then another, dropping of the temporary hired help during this part of the season. We have a yearly deal to use local college children.

Hello old chap we are here to get your apples in said the first one through the barn door.

I look at him and think smart arse, in your fancy clothes come to do a few weeks work have ya, so I start as I mean to go on so they know how it will be.

I’m not your old chap, that is what’s between your legs, although if I would say the correct title then that should be little old man.

There are some giggles from behind him. The cars are driving off as the rich mummies and daddies have dropped off their delicate sons and daughters.

I carry on in my usual manner it’s as near as what’s between your ears probably as well, most of you use that more than your brains anyways.

Here you get paid for what you do not the hour, so bloody well work hard to get paid, and yes your nail polish will get scratched, and you will get dirty

I struggle not to grin at my thoughts about how they will cry like babies at the dirty hands, when they get home each night. My next question is.

So how many ya school sent me then eh

Same boy answers, Fourteen of us all willing workers.

Hmm I’m thinking, Look a bit skinny and weak to me, time will tell if you are hard workers or not, some of ya will also have to help out with other chores as your teacher would have told ya, as I have to take the tractor out to move the apple and pear crates if you lot pick ‘em’. So you’ll have to take it in turns to feed my poultry, the sheep and cows have been fed for the day, I hope that’s ok for ya, if it’s not then bugger of home to mummy, now.

One of the girls then spoke up. Our school says we get food and toilet facilities here also, before we get picked up as we are here throughout our dinner time.

I turn to her and scowl, shit, yeah love you’ll get fed, me woman indoors will call ya when times right, you might actually get some weight on ya, with proper home cooked grub inside ya, if you work hard enough you will be hungry enough, I just hope your strong enough.

Just then the wife walks into the barn, she heard the cars dropping of the little darlings, I turn to her and point to her, and say That’s my woman. then I look back at the children. Couldn’t of given rats arse for all I cared spoilt brats is all they are.

There she be, me woman from indoors she’ll now tell ya’s where you need to take a pee and dump, and where she feed ya’s, they are all yours get em moving now

The wife was quick to reply. Shush old man you’ll scare em off you grumpy git. Now the toilet is at the side of the house and the dinner will be served at one sharp, it will always be a good hot meal and plenty to drink of water and squash.

With that I comment back, just under my breath but they all hear it.

"Bloody spoilt little brats letting em use our bog, why can’t they