With Toil cometh Treasure

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Here's another school writing assignment, for the Institute for Excellence in Writing (IEW) writing course. See what you think;

With Toil cometh Treasure

By Alexa Sleadd

The rays of the morning sun broke over the mountains bordering the fertile valley, which belonged to Farmer Zonk, who was wading in an icy fast flowing stream with a measuring stick in his hands. Giving a wet cough and scrambling up the bank out of the water, he made his way toward the Farm house just across the field. He had been making plans to build a water mill in the stream for grinding the corn, wheat and barley that he grew every year. Due to the lack of wading gaiters, he caught a raging fever and was confined to 2 weeks bed rest. Unfortunately, Farmer Zonk never recovered, and while lying on his death bed, he called his lazy sons to his side so he could do the customary wheezing of farewells in their faces which is always done in these kind of stories. Because he feared for his family’s welfare, he fibbed and told his lazy sons Zoot and Zort of a hidden treasure in one of his many fields. After these last words, he died (that always happens in these stories too). After their late father's funeral, Zoot and Zort were soon frenetically digging through every square inch of soil on Zonk’s land. 8 weeks and 25 acres later of hard digging, the not-so-lazy sons threw down their shovels, exasperated, and set tired feet toward home to bandage blistered hands. Little did they know that behind their backs was extremely valuable land, already plowed and aerated! That harvest yielded an exorbantly abundant crop; tomatoes, onions, potatoes, pumpkins, corn, wheat, barley, carrots, cucumbers, lettuce and beans, and much, much more. It finally dawned on Zoot and Zort that the treasure they had searched so long and hard for was the fruits of their own toil.

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