Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #3

Penelope started crying.

Oh, did she?

Oh, yeah.

Dad says, f*** you!

Yeah, well, f*** him too.

I'm going to be late.

Well, it's going to take

me that long if I'm lucky.

The car's making that

weird noise again.

Are you going to

be here for supper?

No, I'm going to the

Tasty Food with Casper, so.

Oh.

What?

Well, it'll have to do.

Come on!

Car.

Well, I don't hear it.

OK.

Come on.

Are we spraying them for

bugs to protect the flowers?

It's called Sugar Mover.

It's like a fertilizer.

But it doesn't

protect the flowers.

It kills the flowers.

But why?

We need to protect the potato.

We don't want the flower to

suck up all the nutrients.

We need it to go to the tuber.

That way it has a stronger,

better, healthier life.

If we don't, the

potatoes won't survive.

It's not easy.

Farmer to make a

living, it's not easy.

You'll get sick and tired

of looking at these,

I guarantee it.

But you harvest them

right and put them

in the proper

environment, and they'll

last you a good long time.

All right, let's go, uh,

pull them out of the ground.

You know how I feel

about you, Dom.

You've always got a place here.

You're a hell of a hard

worker, and you're a smart kid.

Dom?

Yeah, what?

Help.

Hold on.

I'll get it.

Fine, I'm going

to walk over here.

Jeez, f***ing rocks are heavy.

You know, it's weird.

I... I see you at

school all the time,

but we never really get to talk.

Yeah, it's like, uh,

harvest friends, right?

We always talk during the

harvest, but go back to school,

it's...

Harvest friends.

So we're just

harvest friends then?

Ah, not yet.

Ow!

Oh, god.

Oh, it hurts to even punch

you, the backs of my arms

are so sore.

You had muscles

back there, did you?

No.

I've never worked

so hard in my life.

Well, it doesn't

really get any easier.

Oh, yeah?

Uh-huh.

That's great, thanks.

So why are you doing it?

Ah.

I'm saving up for next year.

Mm-hmm?

For college.

You?

Car.

You've been working like

this all year for a car?

Two years.

Oh my gosh, I definitely

couldn't do that.

Ah, you haven't seen the car.

I should have enough

with the harvest here.

I ain't going nowhere.

You'll let me know

if you get an offer?

I said I would.

You're getting real close.

Maybe a couple more

checks, you know?

Yeah.

That's f***in' kicked.

Look at that!

Eh?

Let's go.

I want to break some sh*t.

Yeah.

All right.

That's what's up with that.

Keep going, keep going.

All right, come on!

It's there.

Just f*** it!

Whoa!

Holy sh*t!

Let's go shoot it with

some f***in' potatoes, yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

See if it's strong enough.

Argh!

It's all bullshit.

You know, by third grade

they've f***in' decided,

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