The sun was shining, and not a cloud was in sight in the mid-afternoon sky. It was warm, just like how summer should be, probably somewhere in the mid 70's. Ozzy was out in the strawberry fields while other kids near by were chatting and goofing off with one another. His bucket for strawberries was perfectly empty, and he knew that he had just under an hour to collect as many as the bucket could hold. Then he'd take it to the Big House where they would do whatever the campers and faculty did with the fruit grown in the fields. The kids from the Dionysus cabin probably used it for non-alcoholic wine, the kids from the Apollo cabin probably used it in remedies and tonics, and Chiron probably had it pasteurized and shipped all across the east coast to whoever bought it from Walmart or Kroger or whatever other type of supermarket there is. This is what Ozzy understood about the economics within the camp, and it seemed like a fair system in his opinion.
It was like his stepfather had always told him, 'Money makes the economy, the economy makes jobs, those jobs make people's lives, and people's lives end. In the end, money is a useless substance that we need and cannot live without. So, use your money on whatever you want, but don't waste it on useless items.' That made no sense to Ozzy. Most of the thing he wanted were, in retrospect, useless items. It was quotes like those that made Ozzy wonder whether his stepfather was a genius, or a lunatic.
Ozzy was lost in thought when he realized that he reached out for a strawberry that had a big, yellow wasp on it. He froze in place when he realized what just happened, and silently panicked. His breath quickened, his hands started to shake, and he felt sweat trickle down the back of his neck. Although, that last one was more than likely from the heat of the day. He waited patiently for the wasp to sting him, but it didn't. Instead, it clumsily flew away. Ozzy sighed in relief, but then noticed that he was being watched.
It was like his stepfather had always told him, 'Money makes the economy, the economy makes jobs, those jobs make people's lives, and people's lives end. In the end, money is a useless substance that we need and cannot live without. So, use your money on whatever you want, but don't waste it on useless items.' That made no sense to Ozzy. Most of the thing he wanted were, in retrospect, useless items. It was quotes like those that made Ozzy wonder whether his stepfather was a genius, or a lunatic.
Ozzy was lost in thought when he realized that he reached out for a strawberry that had a big, yellow wasp on it. He froze in place when he realized what just happened, and silently panicked. His breath quickened, his hands started to shake, and he felt sweat trickle down the back of his neck. Although, that last one was more than likely from the heat of the day. He waited patiently for the wasp to sting him, but it didn't. Instead, it clumsily flew away. Ozzy sighed in relief, but then noticed that he was being watched.