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On Our Own P3

As we neared the house, I parted from my brothers, each heading toward our field, where the cows are kept, while I moved down toward the barnyard, horses in the round pen. Entering the barn, I grabbed a large square bale and tossed it by the fence, slicing the twine in half with my pocketknife, an instrument I always carry with me-even though legally citizens aren't supposed to have weapons; but most of the Comrads in our town don't do much about it... So long as your weapon isn't a big gun. My horse stuck his nose through the space between the two wooden boards, lightly nudging me as a tossed each leaf of hay over the fence. I tried to do my chores quickly, the sooner they were done the more time you had alone to yourself(showering, family chats, playing around, the time is yours.) Luckily for most of the farmhouses, we have running water from a well, both hot and cold. We were allowed to keep the running water because we needed it to water our animals; though it was a hard bargain.
The old wooden steps leading up to the houses deck creak, old and split from it's age. The door made an even worse nose as it groaned open, sliding across the hard wood floor. To my surprise, my brothers were already done their chores, and I could here the muttering of the voices on television. It must be just on the hour, which meant a new the broadcast would be playing. I new mum would be home soon, she was a nurse, earning this position because she worked at our local hospital much longer than any of the other nurses; while my father worked a night shift in the oil patches. She only worked till five-thirty, though our society mostly worked off of the placement of the sun and when it rose and fell, but on the rare occasion we time, elder time from long before the borders shut.
Something that runs across the screen catches my eye;
DEADLY DRY TEMPERATURES! EXTREME DEATH TOLL EXPECTED!
This is bad. Especially for our territory, we're the province that produces oil and harvests crops. I mean, we have water from wells but those can dry up, and it's against the law to take water from the stream. We need our water to support our livestock, but the community needs water to irrigate the crops. And somehow or another, I kind of think they'll think of a way to get what they need..

Revised the old version. Like it up for P4 before the end of the night!

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I'm a young, creative Canuck, who's been writing for as long as I can remember <3 Photography is my passion. Age is but a number, it can't limit someone on who they are and what they can do.

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