Life On The Farm - The Finale, Written by Saffy and Toaster Boy, Part 5 of 5 Options

[Saffy]

"Leave me alone, I just want to go to bed," Saffy told the girl giving him potatoes.

But the girl forced her potato agenda onto him. She was very insistent on giving Saffy those edible objects in inedible form. Saffy begrudgingly accepted annoying potato girl’s potatoes. Annoying potato girl stuck up her nose, let out a “hmph!”, then got hit in the head by her own darn potato. Saffy really didn’t care for potato agendas being forced upon him.

“They’re full of starch, your highness,” the annoying potato girl said sarcastically, giving Saffy more potatoes. She seemed to have ignored being hit in the head. “You’re a farmer; you know what to do. You’ve done it before.” She gave him another potato.

Saffy wanted to get rid of the potatoes, but against his will he could not. He had those potatoes in his hands. The annoying potato girl had given him potatoes, much to his refusal. Why would someone be so keen to force potatoes onto another? Saffy hated these potatoes. He really did, and he didn’t know why. These potatoes were more unpleasant to him than eating the ground from which they came.

“It’s great you gave me these potatoes, but they’re just potatoes. They’re not going to fix anything, nor are they going to bring me any closer to bed or to sleep.”

The annoying potato girl left Saffy with his new pile of potatoes. Saffy dropped them, refusing to make any of use of them, irritated by her insistence. Who was she to give him potatoes? Saffy kicked one and stomped on another.

Roger saw Saffy throwing a fit over his potato collection. Alas, he thought, someone else shares my potato problems. Roger had no idea why this annoying potato girl was so insistent on giving him potatoes either, and was concerned why her potato agenda had spread to another. Roger at least ate some of his potatoes; Saffy just discarded them like trash.

Roger decided that sitting there and idly watching Saffy throw a fit over his potatoes was going to do him no good, so he went over to him.

“Hey man, I know that these potatoes aren’t exactly the best things they have to offer, but aimlessly destroying them isn’t going to do much.”

“But I don’t care!” Saffy struck back. They think that these potatoes are so easy to make use of! They don’t understand: anyone can prepare potatoes, but only a few know how to actually use them. It’s as if they think chucking potatoes at me is some sort of solution to their problems. It’s just causing more problems for you and I.”

“Yes, I know,” Roger calmly added, then took a breath. “But you can’t refuse the way they are. Denying potatoes will only get you more potatoes. It’s just life, really.”

“It’s easy to say,” Saffy responded. “But the fact of the matter is I don’t want them. I can’t refuse them, though. I have to accept them; for as long as I’m here, it’s my duty to prepare these.”

“I guess so. Inevitable potatoes.” Roger felt content with his choice of words.

“No, I’m not going to let that annoying potato girl control me. These potatoes won’t take me over; my life is my life. No matter how you size it up, that’s what it comes down to.” Saffy was insistent this potato problem was actually a problem far larger than potatoes.

“So, what do you want to do then? I’m fussed about this ordeal myself, but I’m unsure of the path to take. What’s your plan?” Roger began to see matters Saffy’s way.

“I need to leave here. That’s the only way. I think getting away from this potato nonsense will give me an opportunity to clear my head, maybe give me some insight into myself.” Saffy was positive this potato ordeal meant more than it seemed.

“You really want to leave it all? Over potatoes? It’s not the end of the world if you have to just do the girls bidding for a bit.” Roger thought Saffy was just a bit extreme.

“No, no, I’m sure. There isn’t another option. I’m done with it. I’m leaving,” Saffy paused, “right now. And I suggest you come too, if you want these problems to end for you as well.”

The two discussed their options, with Saffy ultimately convincing Roger to leave with him. They decided to pack that night and leave in the morning.

[Jack]

"They don’t understand: anyone can prepare potatoes, but only a few know how to actually use them."

Stay golden Ponyboy(s). Nice set Saffles, nice set.