microfantasy monday: farmboy
— Farmboy, move that planter over here for me.
— As you wish.
— And those crates, farmboy, take them down the cellar.
— As you wish.
* * *
— Farmboy? Do you see the table and chairs down there? Bring them up and set them up in the garden.
— As you wish.
* * *
— Finished are you, farmboy? Then go to the pump and wash yourself, thoroughly.
— As you wish.
* * *
— Leave your shirt there, farmboy, and fetch me that riding crop… Now bend over that, there, and count these out for me.
— As you wish.
* * *
— Stand up, farmboy, and look at me. I want you to wait here until the clock tolls the hour. Then put on your shirt and come into the house. There you will find a girl who has been impertinent. Deal with her as her father would, if he were here. Please.
— As you wish…
A rush job, and apologies to The Princess Bride.
Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Sweltering Celt. The theme this week was heavy lifting.
