Wednesday, 21 July 2010
“Hello Mr Ibrahim. Hello Mrs Ibrahim. How are you today? I am going to the water park this weekend with my parents. It’s a long drive from Batu Gajah but I don’t mind the drive. It’s fun to be in a car on a nice bumpy red soil road and see it turn to asphalt half way through the journey. I bet you’d like it at the park. I always get aiskrim potong when I am there. AND I get to play with all the city kids there!”
Mr Ibrahim was the rooster my brother refused to eat at dinner. Mr Ibrahim was survived by Mrs Ibrahim (if only for a month or two) and quite the handful of chicks. Such is the life of a farm boy.
Florida Farming by Jake Stangel.