Pig Pits [Solo][Job]

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Haven't just completed pouring milk into jars, with a dust of his hands Mordecaiah let out a sigh of relief. It was around lunch time and no one called for him to come back to the house. The day moving by slower and slower each time he thinks about what is their to come with Montague absence. Twirling his thumbs around thinking that something bad could of happened necessarily not ready to imagine what had became of his adoptive father and mother. He doesn't know if the uneasy feeling in his stomach was his saddling thoughts of a retched stench coming from the pigs pit and the stalls.

Stopping the machine and resting his arm on the wooden frame. Looking around the ground trying to spot a bucket. Nothing was visible to him for a few moments until it came across his sight. Within his sights were the bucket and without delay he went over to grab it. He knew what had to be done and only way to make sure everything is cool on the farm for Montague. Taking it by its latch carrying it off to the side of the house running the hose. Allowing water to gather inside the bucket, as he quickly sprinted back and forth between the house and barn collecting the supplies needed for the task. Having the assortment of soaps, grease cleaners, water, and a single mob.

Mordecaiah turned the hose off and carried the bucket over to the first place, horses stables. The one thing needed here was the changing of the hay beds for the horses and cleaning up there... after meals bathrooms adventures. Biting his tongue and closing his eyes at the thought. Swirling the mob in his hands, and starting away on the stalls for the horses. Gagging at the smells from all the horse 'pattys' left after their meals. Swashing the bucket on the ground to spread it around soaking up the dirt. Knowing that more importantly to change out there hay beds, he collected hay bails and used the pitch fork to scatter and replace the old with the new. Putting in the work to get old hay into piles before setting them ablaze in the open field contained by a fence at a set distance. Crips from birds rung about in the evening of the sunset around him.

Moving from the stalls over to the stables a sponge in hand. The water gather inside the foam. Mordecaiah started spot washing across the stables moving through it quickly. Cleaning up to his reach in nook and cranny places for regulars places he'd hose it down with scrubbing. Not particularly spotless, but on a par for the stables barn for the cows making it clean enough. The feint smell of odor left the two other places, all that remained was the pigs pit. The only common thing their to clean was getting their piggy 'patties' up and that was difficult alone. Holding a wool bag with his left and pitch fork with his right he started collecting the 'patties' left by the pigs. Walking around carefully since it's very slippery on the muddy surface. Walking around to check if he got all the remaining 'patties' Mordecaiah felt his balance slip from him.

' Pink Pigs, Bubblegum. ' was going through his thoughts randomly as he fell to the ground. The bag of 'patties' opening and falling on his chest. The smell was so strong that he couldn't bare it anymore. He swiped crap off him and into the bag. Running to toss the bag with the others to be transported for fertilization stuff Montague does. Tossing his cloths into the blaze of hay and running nude into the house. A strong mask of odor came off his body, him just traveling to the shower to scrub away at himself. Washing throughly against his body and repeatedly washing his hair in a rush. This wasn't the many occasions of him slipping in the pig pit. But this was the first of getting crap on himself. ' Never speak of this. Never speak of this. Never speak of this. ' Ran through his head as he washed for the reminder of the approaching night.


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