Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 - 2 | Page 193

The Boy That Lived on the Farm
Western Academy Beijing, Gormley, Saoirse - 10
A CHILD
“We have brought you some gifts. We have gold and silver.” said the strange
man in a strange uniform. He looks like a tomato.
Li Yang giggled at his own joke. “Gifts for your WHOLE town,” the other tomato man said as he
stretched out his arms, refusing to notice the small boy giggling. “Yu Yang, I don't trust these men,” his
father mumbled into the woman’s ear. His mother shrugged
at his father. Li Yang stepped forward, “Why don’t we just take it? Our whole town is in a drought and we
could do with some fat on us.” He pointed to his very small belly and skinny arms. “I agree with Li yang,”
said his older brother. “I’m never full or
even close, nobody is.” After that, an old grey haired man nodded for them to bring in everything.
From then on Li Yang and his family were healthy and they didn’t need to
worry about anything to do with money. Until about three years later, when everything changed.
“Get on the ground, you filthy farmers.” The pirate was spitting everywhere
as he talked to Li Yang who was now thirteen. The sharp swords gleamed as they slashed through bags of
wheat and corn, and through bag after bag of gold that the small town had saved.
A PIRATE
As I saw the gold spill out of the brown bags I knew I wouldn’t have to
worry about money for a long time. The life of a pirate doesn't really suit me, but these peasants don’t need
the gold, and my children do. So I kept on stealing from the rich farmers. Day after day we came to take
more and more.