Gartneren og den enøjede mand

It was a beautiful summer morning. It was one of the last days of my job as a gardener. I worked for an old man, but he was one of the nicest people I had ever met. He loved his garden and it was super big, but as he got older, he couldn’t take care of it by himself anymore, so he hired me.

I got up extra early so I could finish my job before the sun came up. It was almost unbearable just being outside for just a couple minutes when it was noon because it was so hot. I started by watering all the flowers and plants. Then I went to plant some new flowers. When I was planting the last one, I heard someone say hello behind me. It wasn’t the old man who owned the garden because he was still sleeping. When I turned around, I gasped. Half of the man’s face was burnt, but it hadn’t just been burnt there was also a bunch of scars and he only had one eye. I started sweating and my teeth were shivering. A bunch of questions popped up in my mind. Why was he here? What had happened to his face? Was he going to hurt me? I eventually got my thoughts under control and asked, “who are you?” He replied “that doesn’t matter. What does matter though is what is going to happen soon.” My heart started racing again. He then said “the old man that owns this house is going to die and…” We heard a howl in the distance and the man bolted. “and what I yelled” but he was already gone. I paused and thought for a moment. When I was done thinking I came to the conclusion that what had just happened couldn’t be real. When I got back inside, I made a Nutella bagel an brought it to the old man so he could have breakfast in bed. I decided I wasn’t going to worry the man about the encounter in the garden. I then proceeded to say goodbye and thank you for a great summer job.