It was a new day in the little family-run farm. The sounds of the cattle and chickens toned up the life in that house.
"Charlie, if you are going to Granny Lisda's place again, bring this," the young boy's mother held a basket filled with blocks of butter and 2 jars of fresh yogurt. "Give it to her as a thanks for the last time's pies and breads."
"But the owner said it's a payment for the eggs and milk." The young boy received the basket with hesitation.
"What are you talking about? Those were simply an over payment. We have to return the favour."
The boy smiled, he understood that was how his mother showed her attention to him, and also to the old lady.
"Oh, don't forget to sell these tomatoes in the market and go buy some sugar." She pushed another basket to the boy's little hand.
"How am I supposed to bring these baskets?" He pouted.
"You can use the bicycle, little boy," his mother ruffled his hair lightly, "But be sure to not lose it. Park your bicycle at Granny Lisda's place. The market isn't that far for walking right?" She turned back and walked to the kitchen.
"Are you sure I can take the bike to the city?" He was excited. His voice was risen to high notes.
"Yeah, I am sure. Just be careful, right on the side of the street, and don't rush." But the boy couldn't listen to it, he already dashed outside the house and rode his bicycle, whistling.
The young boy arrived at the back door of the coffee shop, and he chained his bicycle to the pole near the back door. He pushed the back door with his back heavily, but he nearly fell from a sudden pull from behind the door.
"Ops, sorry boy, I didn't know you were there," the young lady was holding the door half opened, "Come in, I would like to throw the garbage first. Anyway, granny is inside, you can give it to her directly," she pointed the baskets on his hands.
The boy nodded once and entered the kitchen. He put the basket filled with butter and yogurt on one of the tables, and entered the shop.
"Hello, little boy. You came from the back door today," the old lady just poured a black coffee on the cup and served it to a middle-aged man sitting on the bar.
"Hello weird boy!!!" A heavy sound jarring when the eyes landed on the young boy.
"Pizza owner!!!" The young boy rushed and jumped to that middle-aged man.
"You don't have to shout, Harold. What if you gave me a heart attack," the old lady sighed and smiled. 'Those two always act like chimps', she thought.
"Oh, come on Lisdelle. It's been ages since the last time we met, right weird boy?" He ruffled the boy's roughly with his big hand. The boy closed his eyes, enjoying the heavy rub on his head.
"What is this?" The middle-aged man took a peek inside the basket on the young boy's lap.
"Oh, my mom asked me to sell these tomatoes in the market and use the money to buy some sugar."
"Oh, it's from her garden? Let me buy it. Your mother always gives rise to the best vegetables. I can give you some sugar in exchange," he smiled gently.
"You all are the same. What's the use of money then, if we can just exchange things easily?"
The old lady and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and suddenly burst in to laughters.
Indeed, this boy never got them tired.
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