The Art of Chore Evading
My cousin Bodi was a true master at cheating
On my uncle’s farm, chores were as regular as the sunrise. When I was small, I often stayed at the farm and silently observed life there.
My cousin Bodi was a master of cheating. While I always did all my tasks, Bodi seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving me amazed by his skill for avoiding work.
Once, while everyone was cleaning out the stables, he disappeared, only to be found reading under a tree, claiming he was “supervising.” “Supervising what?" I asked him, bewildered. He simply grinned at my question.
His methods ranged from pretending to be sick to creating funky distractions. While I worked, he danced through chores unscathed.
Bodi’s escapades exasperated me. But at the same time, they made me realize that his talent was rather finding joy among all responsibilities. It was truly an adventure to live on the farm during those childhood summers.
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*** This story was written in response to a prompt, "One word, picture prompt is Cheating", published in the Medium Publication Simple Story Seekers.***
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Super fun read, this brought back memories from my own childhood.. yeah I used to always run away from my chores.
It's funny the things we do as children! My brother used to do something very similar when it came to avoiding his chores. This was such a nostalgic read ❤️