Chapter 2 - A gift from the wheat

The farmer entered his small abode with a bundle wrapped up in his arms. 

"Eliza, Do we still have any of billy's old clothes around" He asked the rather plump woman in the kitchen.

She turned rather startled. "Yes, I suppose so... whatever would you need those for?"

With that the farmer dashed up the stairs still clutching the bundle in his arms, leaving his wife to stare after him. The child stirred slightly, reaching out with his hands and wiggling around.

The farmer lay him down on the bed, placing his head gently on the large red pillows that decorated the headboard. What a strange occurance, he thought to himself. It was the last thing he had expected while wondering through the fields. I mean it wasn't everyday a small child would appear amongst the wheat.

"Eliza, look what i found in the fields" He called 

"Fergus is this another rock or something?" Came the reply

"No .. No its nothing like that.. Eliza I mean it this time you have to come look at this"

A sigh was heard from downstairs, as Eliza took off her apron and made her way to come look at what all the fuss was about.

"Well what is it then?" she said as she strolled to the door way of there bedroom.

No sooner had the words left her mouth when she saw what  Fergus was ranting about. There on the bed lay a small naked child with dark black hair, sniffling slightly in its sleep.

"Fergus..... why is there a baby.." She trailed off

"I know that's exactly what i was thinking, were on earth did it come from?" Fergus responded. He turned to look at his wife his eyes lit up with excitement.

She just started at him, gobsmacked by utter confusion.

"I just found him, in the fields... and i could hardly leave him out there, there's a strong cold wind coming in tonight poor tyke wouldn't last an hour"

A sharp wail came from the child, his sleep disturbed by the couples discussion. They both turned back to him, watching him for a while flailing his limbs about. 

"Ill get him some food, not that we have anything baby suitable but he has to eat something" 

With that she bobbed off back down the stairs to potter around in the kitchen. Leaving Fergus to calm the clearly distressed infant.

Reviews

[CLUTZ]

I'm intrigued. It's a little rushed and could use some touching up but as a first draft to a book (I'm assuming) it's good. I'd love to read more.

[Ama May Cooper]

Indeed it is a first draft, thank you very much for your interest.
There is chapter 1 that ive published on here if you haven't already, but ill ensure to keep writing :) its always alot easier to carry on with an idea when you know someone enjoyed it

[CLUTZ]

You're welcome and good luck