Milk Delivery [Job][Solo]

Job Details:

Mordecaiah thinking about getting some milk, knew of one place to obtain some. Rubbing his chin he'd think about the cows. Seeing in how the cows produce milk, he'd think about going to obtain some from them. It has been awhile since they been uttered and milked for shipment so it could work. First thing first, applying some ointment on his wounds from the roosters attacks. Nothing too serious for him to do being alone in the house. Only concern at the time was getting creeped out at the noise of old wood creaking. Applying the ointment stung a little as Mordecaiah, walked off from the bathroom.

It all seemed dull at the moment. Excitement usually on his face wasn't there dusting off his hands to clean the ointment. Looking over the layout of the living room all the wood looked old and rotting. Something he hadn't noticed before, but possibly Montague could have. Never minding this, Mordecaiah grabbed his gloves and placed it inside his other pocket. Running his finger along wall pacing toward the window pane, looking off at the afternoon sky. The warm breeze inside overcoming Mordecaiah back, as some sweat build up on his forehead. For the moment everything felt at ease him losing himself in the atmosphere clearly forgetting what he needed to do now.

The slamming of the screen door behind him escaped from the hinges. A small delighted smile cracked the corners of his freckled cheeks. Each step toward the cows had a clear cloud of dirt and dust picking up behind the young boy. It wasn't even close to lunch time yet and his hungry was at its tipping point. Closing the distinct between the stalls and Mordecaiah, a few empty jars sat near the entrance. Making it even though it wasn't far he felt like it was further than how it looked. Most of the cows in the fields from earlier gate openings and closings a few were still inside the stalls. Going over to get one of the regulars not trying to spook one of the others of the herd. Gently stroking the side of the cow to reassure the animal making her feel comfortable. Pulling up a stool from the corner adjusting and placing it down beside the cow.

His breath steady, and not really concerned with speaking since he was alone Mordecaiah, could have been sort of paranoid in moments earlier. Reaching for the cows udders placing one bucket underneath the animal. Getting down to work squeezing with little amounts of pressure to allow for the milk to shoot out. The cow mooing and sort of stomping indicating the pressure applied was too much. Easing up feeling the uneasiness giving by the cow Mordecaiah, continued to finish filling the bucket and returning the equipment. Raised watching Montague do his thing from time to time, Mordecaiah carried the bucket over to a wooden column that seemed to send water to desired containers. Placing the bucket of milk at the top of the column and placing the three bottles at the end, than slightly tilting it as it poured the milk down into the bottles. Watching the process take place, Mordecaiah eyes the stables around him noticing the stench and odors coming from them. Maybe the stables and stalls need to be cleaned after getting the milk moved into the bottles. Moments of waiting the milk finished and dripped off into the bottles. Closing them with a quirk screw and placing them away for Montague once he returns.


Word count: 500+/500