Description

The sun was beating down on me with its rays of light, and the annoying barks of multiple dogs blared in my ears during another Sunday of volunteering at Fox Lake Farms. An occasional breeze brushed my face, giving me a cool sensation despite the outside heat. While walking past the horse stalls to converse with the owners about what to do, the unmistakable odor of fresh manure found its way into my nose, causing a brief nauseating feeling. After obtaining my usual assignment, I returned to the horse stalls passing by a familiar cat whose fur was as black and night and had the eyes the color of emeralds. Gripping the worn, rough wooden handle of the manure-fork, I emptied out stalls in a timely manner, finishing in less than ten minutes. With my triceps and biceps screaming in pain, I put up the manure-fork. As I left, I pulled out my water bottle full of tea and took what was the sweetest and satisfying drink ever.