The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning Harold Straugh (bearly read books TXT) đź“–
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- Author: Harold Straugh
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“Let us eat!” Abakanazar said and clapped his hands once. Everyone starting eating, the slapping noises of them eating were horrible, everyone ate with their mouths open. I looked at my food for the longest time, then picked up a piece of meat. I put it in my mouth and followed their process of chewing, minus having my mouth open. The flavor was great, the meat was moist and seasoned, so I took another piece and put it in my mouth. I chewed and chewed, and the meat dissolved in my mouth, or if I swallowed, absorbed into my body.
Then when my meat and fish were gone, I picked up the round vegetable I had placed on my plate and bit into it. I stopped, the taste was magnificent, I bit into again and savored the joy all over again, “What are these?” I asked Al Hubarb.
“Those are potatoes, it’s about the only thing that grows in Gomorrah. You like them?”
“Yes, I want more,” I said and looked around the table for them, there was big plate of them across from me, but the table was too wide for me to reach, “Can you hand me those please!” I pointed to the person who had the potatoes in front of them.
She picked the plate up and handed it to me, I took the whole plate and dumped the whole plate onto my mine. I got stares from people, but I didn’t care, I liked them, “I will get them more, twice as much!” I said aloud, not realizing at the time, I knew nothing about farming, just from what I watched from here and there over the last couple of days.
“I will hold you to that,” Abakanazar said.
I ate the potatoes with joy, not caring about the stares of people. I shoveled them in, feeling them just absorb. They, like the other food, offered me no nutritional value, I didn’t get any type of strength with them, just loved the way they tasted. They way they mushed up in my mouth before they disappeared, or I half-swallowed them.
“I hope you stay true to your word or he will go back on his,” Al Hubarb said.
“I will, I will stay the night if I have to and get started in the morning,” I shoveled more scrumptious potatoes in my mouth, soon the plate was empty, but I never felt full, so I looked up to see if there were anymore.
“Do you not feel full?” Al Hubarb asked.
“The food just disappears in me; I don’t think I will ever feel “full” as you put it.”
“You truly are an odd one, aren’t you?”
“More than I even know,” I said, disappointed there weren’t any more potatoes to eat.
The day turned into night and before I knew it, Al Hubarb was packing up his donkey, “I’m going to head home, you’re safe, Abakanazar is man of his word, just remember to be a man, so to speak, of yours.”
“I will,” I said and true to my word I did. I stayed up all night, guarding the place, hearing screams and in the next village miles away. I wanted to go help, but I figured it was, once again, to lure me away, so they could attack Sodom and Gomorrah again. I know Al Hubarb told me not to use my speed but the people around there new who I was, so I didn’t think using my strength and speed would be an issue.
I looked around for Wretch and couldn’t find him, so I called for him, “WRETCH!” It wasn’t a matter of seconds later, he came running around the corner, making that awful noise.
“Where have you been Wretch?” I asked and all he did was neigh. I walked up to the lake and it just felt different there. There was an eeriness to that part of the lake and I didn’t understand why.
A gentle wind blew, and I thought I heard a voice call out to me. Wretch’s ears perked up, the wind blew again, and I heard the breeze sound like a voice again.
“HHHHHHEEEELLLLLPPPPP MMEEEE!” I heard clear as day, then again, “HEEEELLLLLP MEEEE!” I was confused, because I didn’t hear it when the wind stopped. I thought maybe I was feeling some odd effects from the food, but Wretch was hearing it as well. The wind died down for the rest of night and I stared off, once more into the cosmos.
The sun peaked up and the people of Gomorrah were up earlier than the people of Sodom. I watched was they hooked plows up to their donkeys. I looked over at Wretch and he was fast asleep. I knew what I had to do. I walked over and hooked the harness that led to the plow around my waist and took two straps that would usually hook up in the donkey’s mouth and threw them over my shoulder and held them in each hand. I looked and one of the villagers walked over and placed a plow in the ground for me and told me to walk forward a little bit. I walked until I felt resistance, then stopped. I wanted to use my speed, but I knew better, I used my strength instead.
The farther I walked, the more looks I got from the villagers, some of them stopped and stared in disbelief. It wasn’t long before I had my first strip done, it was then I realized I didn’t know how big of an area to plow.
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