I promise, I’ll get back to story writing very very soon. Moving and trying to get everything related to a new job done is a bit of a pain in the butt, along with trying to reduce stress.
by Miles Rost
The players, the warlords of the nation, met together for their turn.
“Alright, I’m needing some brick. Anyone got brick?” Mr. North asked
Mr. East snickered.
“I got tons of brick. Trade me some sheep?”
“Nah, I don’t have sheep now. The week wasn’t plentiful.”
“How about wheat?”
“I’ll trade you a wheat for a brick.”
“Deal,” he said, as he turned his head back towards his aide-de-camp, “Achmed! Bring the pallette of brick!”
Mr. North did the same with a large grain truck full of wheat.
Mr. South was unhappy, and huffed around.
“What about my sheep?!?!”
That’s a lot of sheep to get stuck with, Good luck Mr South!
Was Mr. South ever able to trade for sheep? Interesting story – thanks! Nan 🙂
Good choice for names. Made the plot seem larger than a mere trading of goods.
The thing is, I know all of the misters. North South East and West.
Great story. No banks, then?
Am I north? 🙂 Just give me brick and wood. I’m going after the longest road. Great story. As soon as I saw the title I saw where you were going with this.
Miles, Good story. Sooner or later they’re going to have to eat, then the sheep will get traded you can bet. Well done. 🙂 —Susan