Dinner

Dinner time is weird. Georgia tried to ‘go with the flow’ and ‘just have fun’ and ‘meet people’ and…whatever else the adults suggested, but she couldn’t get past the weirdness. Every human being on the farm packed into one room, sat at two long tables, and ate a buffet-style meal. Every. Single. Night.

At first it was exciting, then it was interesting, but now it was just weird. And loud. Very loud.

Georgia’s mom was chatting with some guy with a dragon tattoo on his left arm and a burn mark on his right hand. They’d started an uncomfortable discussion about farm animals when Georgia asked about the burn. She listed to them talk about travel and budgeting and other boring adult stuff – until it became clear he wasn’t going to answer her question. Then she started looking around for someone else to talk to, but the only kid nearby was her brother.

Dinner was some kind of meat in a thick sauce. Georgia thought it might be Bar-B-Que and decided to try the vegan hot-dish instead. It was OK. The salad had crunchy bits and dressing already mixed-in and the fancy desserts looked uninteresting.

Soon, the room would begin to wind down and Georgia could excuse herself, stuff a chocolate chip cookie into her pocket and escape to her room. She was lost in thoughts about the half-read novel sitting on her desk when Jeff, her brother, poked her arm to get her attention.

“Why do we have to sit together?” Jeff asked.

Georgia made a face. They had the same conversation almost every night.

“Families sit together.” She replied. “We have to.” She added, as if that settled the matter.

“I want to sit next to Ryan.”

Georgia made another face. Ryan was Jeff’s best friend. They did everything together. Ryan was OK, for a boy, but his sister, Riley, could be a pain. Georgia did not want to sit next to Riley.

“Charlene likes to talk to Rick and mom likes to talk to Alletta.” Georgia replied. “Alletta doesn’t like to sit next to Rick.”

“Can’t you and Riley just be nice during dinner? This is boring.”

Georgia sighed. Obviously, Jeff didn’t believe the families were required to sit next to mom-friends. This was going to turn into another long family conversation, she could see it in his eyes. Trying to explain that it wasn’t just about being polite or talking nice during dinner. It was about Riley, who could be very mean and sneaky, especially when she was bored. Riley was bored a lot.

“What about Sophie, Olive and Billy?” Georgia asked, latching onto the first reasonably safe family she could locate.

“You’ll be nice to Sophie?” Jeff asked, clearly not entirely believing her.

“We’re in the same class,” Georgia replied, rolling her eyes. “I’m nice to her everyday.” Which was true. Sophie was quiet and like to read, just like Georgia. They never shared a conversation, but they were very polite about the school supplies.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted, reaching across Georgia to grab their mother’s arm and pull, nearly causing a plate of food to fall from the table.

“Jeffery!” Their mother scolded.

“Mom! Mom! Mom!”

“What?” Mom was now exasperated and Georgia was to shocked and confused to say something.

“Georgia has a friend!” Jeff announced excitedly. “She actually said she can be nice to someone. Can we sit next to Billy next time? Pleeeeaaasee?”

“I…” Mom started, looking at her children in a state of wordless surprise.

Georgia just started at her brother with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. She could feel her face turning bright red, which only made her angrier.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home.” Mom stated, ending the conversation.

“I’m done.” Georgia replied. “I’m leaving.”

Mom paused a moment before agreeing, but made it very clear Georgia was expected to go straight home.

Stomping her feet and pulling apart random weeds that she ripped out of the ground along the path back to their house, Georgia thought about what Jeff said and got even angrier. At home, she dropped on her bed and stared at the chocolate chip cookie for a long time before finally eating it and picking up a notebook to doodle in while she thought and thought and thought.

When mom and Jeff arrived, Jeff was positively bouncing with the good news – they were going to sit next to Billy tomorrow night and Georgia could actually talk to her one and only friend, Sophie.

Mom sent Jeff to his room.

“Alright Georgia,” she said, sitting on Georgia’s bed. “Out with it. What’s really going on?”

It was going to be a long night.

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PB and J on the Swings

Lunch at the Wild Raccoon school was a lot like lunch at home. One of the adults came to cook the meal in the community building, where classes were held. The older kids helped. The meals were good, but never fancy. Today there were sandwiches and green beans.

Georgia took her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and slipped out the door to sit on the swings while she ate. From the small playground, the world looked huge.With only her lunch for company, the world felt even bigger than it looked.

The community building was built along the edge of the farm, on top of a hill high enough to provide a perfect view of every house. The apple orchard was on the opposite side of the farm and, from here, looked like nothing more than a bunch trees.

Georgia munched on her sandwich, closed her eyes and listened to every living creature making any kind of noise – including the boys playing fart-sound games inside the school room.

She liked it here. She would never admit to that, verbally or otherwise, to any member of her family. But, the truth was, she liked it – she just didn’t know why.

Gross Cows

Georgia used a scoop to fill a feed bucket while Bobbi shoveled gross stuff out of a stall in the barn. She’d asked Bobbi why there was so much shoveling and what all of this stuff was and Bobbi had given her usual short answers. Mostly, it was stinky because it was gross and it was being shoveled and dumped someplace else because it was gross.

Looking at the feed bucket and the hay already dumped into the troughs, Georgia decided cows ate gross things, too. She was beginning to wonder why she drank milk, ever, when cows were so completely gross.

“Did you write that story about the tent worms?” Bobbi asked.

“No,” Georgia replied. “I have to write a report on dandelions and cattails. Ms. Becca said I could put it in story form, but I can’t write more than four pages.”

“Only four?” Bobbi replied, wiping something grosser than gross on her pant leg. “Harsh.”

“I know!” Georgia responded with more force than she’d intended.

Bobbi shrugged. “It’s good practice. Good stories are about the things that happen in the space you have, not the number of pages it takes to make something happen. I try to force myself to write short all of the time. It’s hard, but it makes for a better story.”

“How do you do it?” Georgia asked, thinking about the six pages sitting on her desk.

“Write until the story is done and then go back and cut cut cut.”

“Cut cut cut?”

“Yep, remove everything not necessary and rewrite with whatever is left, just to smooth things over.”

It sounded like a lot of work.

“Are you done shoveling the…gross stuff?” Georgia asked.

Bobbi laughed. “Yeah, this is the last of it. I’ll just dump it outside.”

Georgia filled the feed troughs while Bobbi emptied the wheelbarrow and then they let the cows in together. This was the part Georgia liked. The cows were always so happy to get into the barn and they never fought over a stall. Just quietly walked to their own spot, started eating their dinner and waited for the milking machine.

Dan followed the last cow into the barn and started attaching the machine to very full udders.

“Does that hurt them?” Georgia asked.

“hurts them more when we don’t do it.” Dan replied. “Their udders get really full and, if they aren’t milked, they get to full, and that hurts a lot.”

“C’mon Georgia,” Bobbi called. “We need to get cleaned up for dinner. Don’t want any gross stuff on your hands.”

Georgia looked at her fingers and made a very emphatic eeeuuuuwww sound as she skipped out the barn door, which made both Bobbi and Dan laugh.

Fictional Problem Solving

Dandelion girl whirled and twirled through the field. Sunlight glittered on her dress.  She danced from flower to flower until she reached the pond. The cattail and the frog were waiting. Cattail was nice, just like dandelion, but frog could be mean. Dandelion didn’t know they were waiting…

Georgia considered her story for a few moments before deciding she liked it. The final version had to include all of the Latin names for dandelions and cattails, and at least three uses for each plant. The rest of the class would be writing boring scientific journal entries, but Georgia had pestered and begged until Ms. Becca relented, allowing her to submit the same report, with the same requirements, in the form of a fictional story.

“No more than four pages, ” Ms. Becca had warned.

Georgia grumbled with annoyance. It was more than the two page requirement given to the rest of the class, but it was less than the 10 she’d asked Ms. Becca to approve.

Tapping her pencil on the notebook, Georgia considered the list of requirements. The latin names would come later. Right now, she needed to explore the environment of the dandelion and the cattail.

“A dandelion can live almost anywhere,” the frog croaked. “But a cattail can only live along the water’s edge. Very restrictive.”

Cattail smoothed her long soft coat and stood as straight and tall as she could. “Frogs must live near the water.” She stated, matter-of-factually, and walked away without explaining herself. Sometimes that was the best way to deal with frog.

“Or other kids,” Georgia muttered to herself. Cattail would find a way to deal with frog and, maybe, that would help Georgia deal with Riley. Walking away hadn’t worked this time.

“CATTAIL!” Frog croaked in his loudest voice.

“Don’t shout at me!” Cattail growled back.

After a moment of silence, frog replied “now that I have your attention…”

Georgia stared at the page. The story was going well, but now she was stuck. Was it possible to say or do something that would make frog change? She very much doubted it.

She chewed on her last conversation with Riley and, briefly, considered using it exactly as she remembered it. The only problem was her memory was full of holes. She was so angry with Riley, she couldn’t remember what was said…exactly.

“…you made me a promise and it’s time for your to pay up.” Frog said, hopping back toward the water. “A promise is a promise.

It was very frustrating when she couldn’t help her characters. It was even more frustrating when she couldn’t help herself.

Summer School

Wild Raccoon school wasn’t like other schools. Georgia had been to more schools than anyone she knew, and this one was nothing like any of the others.

For starters, school was open all year. No summer vacation – at all! Some of the kids were looking forward to taking vacations, going to summer camps and visiting family. But no one was supposed to be gone more than two weeks. Except Riley. She was going to be gone for a whole month! Her little brother Ryan would be gone too, but he was in the blue room, so Georgia didn’t notice as much.

There weren’t enough kids on the farm to split everyone into regular classes, so they mushed a whole bunch of grades together. The young kids were in the blue room. The middle kids, like Riley and Georgia were in the green room. Teenagers were in the red room.

Most of the time, Georgia was trying to understand things that were either at or above her grade level. Sometimes, when the class was covering stuff she already knew, she got bored.

Like right now.

The sun was to bright. The windows were open and a light breeze came into the room, filled with the smells of early summer. If wishing could make magic happen, then Georgia wished to be outside.

“It’s time to turn in your assignments.” Miss Becca announced.

Georgia reached inside her desk and pulled out the report on dandelions. Frowning, she stared at the report for a few moments before looking back out the window.

“Georgia,” said Miss Becca, “your report?”

“This one is on Dandelions,” Georgia said, dropping the report on the pile. “But I’ve decided I don’t like it.”

Miss Becca paused. “Oh?” She responded.

Georgia had a feeling her teacher didn’t really want to ask that question. Reaching into the backpack on the back of her chair, Georgia pulled out a second report. “I like cattails better,” she said, dropping the report on the pile.

Miss Becca’s eyes narrowed and a small smile grew on her face. “I will look them both over,” she conceded. “If both are appropriate, then the choice is up to you.”

Frowning while pressing her lips together, Georgia nodded. It was hard to stay silent when her teacher guessed a trick. It was just a small trick, but it could have gotten her some time outside.

“Get ready to go outside!” Miss Becca announced, while dripping the reports on her desk. “We’ve got plants to collect!”

Alone. Outside without the rest of her class.

“You were trying to run away again, weren’t you?” Riley whispered.

“I don’t run away,” Georgia hissed in response. “I go exploring.”

“Same thing,” Riley teased.

Georgia liked Riley – most of the time.

Summer Solstice Mourning

Summer solstice crept over the horizon like a cat stalking a cricket. Move too fast and the moment will jump and flutter away on noisy wings.The sun peeked over the trees and hills on the far side of the neighboring farm. The driveway momentarily moved from night-shadow grey to a deeper black as the entire world adjusted to the flow of light.

Georgia sat on the porch, glancing over her shoulder from time-to-time. Searching for adults had become a habit so ingrained it seemed more like a reflex. Watchful vigilance was something akin to blinking or breathing.

She was supposed to be in bed, like all the other children, but today was the first day of summer and Georgia intended to see it from beginning to end. She’d told her mother this over dinner the previous night, but the only response was a long sigh and a wordy lecture about things ‘they’d talked about.’

This was important. Her mother didn’t agree, but Georgia was convinced she knew better. Besides, what was so wrong about watching a sunrise and a sunset? There was no school and chores were always the same.

The first day of anything was special because it was different. Summer was special because it was…summer! The first day of summer? That was something extra special and Georgia was going to see every last minute of it. Even if she couldn’t convince a single adult to bake a cake with the words “Happy Summer!” in green and blue frosting.

The sun rose higher in the sky. The birds began their songs long before the sun showed her face, but now there was a loud chorus. It was the bird version of a traffic jam, with all of them fluttering about, chattering away, and occasionally diving down after a bug or a worm.

The last star was still visible in the sky. The smell of coffee floated out on the air from the nearest Wild Raccoon neighbors. Lights were slowly flickering on in different windows across the community.

A buzzer went off in her mother’s room a few moments after Georgia watched the last star disappear from the sky. As quietly as she could, Georgia slipped back into the small house she shared with her mother and younger brother.

It was a small building, much smaller than the one they’d had when daddy was alive, but the Wild Raccoon farm was an entire world just bursting with things she’d never seen before. Safe in her room, sitting on the bed and watching the sky through the open window, Georgia closed her eyes and remembered her daddy. Remembered everything. His voice, his smell, the way his face turned red when he was angry and even more red when he laughed.

“Good morning daddy.” She whispered. “I miss you.”

As long as she could remember him, he was here with her. That was what they said at the funeral – and every opportunity for many weeks after. Georgia practiced remembering every time she found something amazing or beautiful. She wanted her daddy to share it and she wanted to make sure she never forgot.

The Wild Raccoon had many things to discover and, as long as she kept finding little things like he sunrise, she would never lose her daddy. Not for real. Not for forever.