@dooziedug said: all cats are farmers now but only want to farm lemons. lemons are deeply seeded in cat culture. the bi-annual Lemon Confection Jubilee is coming up, and Mx. Meowington is stretched for time. will they make it, or suffer a shameful defeat?
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Mx. Meowington always prided themself on punctuality, it was simply something they always were. They also prided themself on the juiciest lemons, but was besides the point, which was that they were currently busy with catching up with work, as they had been sick with a cold, and risked being late to the bi-annual Lemon Confection Jubilee. Now to some others this may not seem to be such a big deal, as the Jubilee rolled around twice a year, but Mx. Meowington was the usual provider of lemons for the Jubilee, and they were not giving up their position, even just once, to some inexperienced youngster who did not provide the juiciest lemons, unlike Mx. Meowington themself.
So what was Mx. Meowington to do besides start working their fields from the early hours of the morning into the late hours of night, tending and harvesting lemons. Of course they could hire a younger set of paws, but Mx. Meowington is a stubborn old tabby and is convinced that hiring someone with dirty the proud Meowington name.So here they were, working their tail off with only three days until the Jubilee yet they are still convinced that they’ve made the right choice.
Time-skip to the night before the Jubilee when the caterers would be coming over to pick the lemons up, Mx. Meowington still had a fifth of their orchard left to harvest and an excruciating pain in their leg, but there was no time to stop, so they kept on picking. Unfortunately, they had only made a little headway when they spotted a pair of cats waiting at the gate of the orchard, a siamese and a tortoiseshell.
The pair made their way up the lines up trees to confront a very disgruntled Mx. Meowington about the lack of all the lemons in the baskets by the gate.
“I’m working on it,” was their disgruntled reply.
“We could help,” the siamese pushed gently, the tortoiseshell nodding vigorously in agreement.
Mx. Meowington continued to grumble, but reluctantly allowed them to help after they mentioned how the lemons needed to be on time.
Soon, the trio had picked all the lemons and they were as juicy as ever.
//Didn’t know how to end, hope you enjoyed!! :3 Sorry it’s so short!!
