Friday, 20 August 2010

Poppet Harvests Her Crops


As Poppet walked along she talked to herself, working through the list of jobs that she had to do that day. She often found it easier to talk out loud, things became clearer and by the time that she returned to Poppet’s Patch she had a clear picture in her head of how she would tackle the day’s work load. She was nearing the river when the scent of pine tipped with cinnamon tickled her nostrils. Dear me! Forgotten about those. . . She thought but continued chatting away to herself happily about how, using the new Farm Town axe, she would chop the pine and cinnamon trees herself whilst her friend Sweet 1 (trees only) harvested all the others.

Friends often chatted whilst they worked on each others’ farms and this was one of Poppet’s daily pleasures. She looked forward to finding out how they were and what news they had to tell.

Farm Town reached far and wide, I did say before that it was a magical place didn’t I. Well Farm Town days weren’t like any other that you could imagine, they were twenty hours long, BUT 7am for Poppet could just as easily be 7pm for another friend and for another still it could be the middle of the afternoon. In this magical place mere moments were captured haphazardly from here, there and everywhere. Fragments of time were miraculously woven together to form the social tapestry that enveloped the town. I could stop now to discuss the many tools at Poppet’s disposal, explain how she uses them, go on and on about how valuable they are. Explaining all this would take a long time and her crops need harvesting. SO come with me and find out how she got on.

The first thing that Poppet did every morning, after she checked her farms and completed her charts of course, was to message her friend Sweet 1 (trees only) to let her know which farms she needed her help with.

Poppet was chopping her way through the hundred or so pine trees, which grew daily around the edge of farm five when she realised that the air should be heavy with more than just the scent of pine and cinnamon trees. As she looked out across the fields she realised that the flowers desperately needed watering too. Watering flowers was a chore for Poppet and she wished that the Mayor of Farm Town, Mr Developer, would find a way to water all the flowers on the farm with one single click of her little fingers. At the moment she had to use the watering can tool, this took forever; well at least it felt like it anyway!

Do you know what multi tasking is? Well Poppet does and she is an expert at it, juggling chopping, watering, messaging her friends and harvesting were things that she felt she was born to do. She was happy so sang along with Seth Lakeman whilst she waited for Sweet 1 (trees only) to arrive. The two friends often chatted for a while about what they were going to do later after the harvesting was done. When Sweet finished harvesting the trees on farm five Poppet sent her off to another farm then went again to check her buddy list. She thought she would find out if Anysortof flowes.co, who (I bet you can guess) loved to harvest flowers, and ember were around. Oh dear, no sign of them. Poppet knew that she had no choice she would have to go to the market!

The Farm Town Market was often very busy. Farmers came to sell their produce, hire workers to harvest crops, trees and flowers, plough fields, and fish for them. I haven’t talked to you about fishing yet, enough to say this is another job that Poppet feels should be done differently. I will tell you about why she added the (no fishing) to her name another time.

Farm Town farmers earn 346 FT coins when they hire workers to harvest their Aloe Vera and 288 FT coins when they harvest this crop themselves. Quite a difference so as you can clearly see it makes more sense to employ workers, also this leaves you free to do other things, usually working for other farmers! Poppet used to love working out how much more money she had made when she hired a friend to harvest for her than if she had done the job herself. Often at the end of the day instead of putting her feet up or watching television, like many of the other farmers, she would use this data to produce graphs and charts on her computer.

When you arrived at the Farm Town market Tom, who was very helpful, was always there to welcome you, find out what you needed and direct you to the correct place in the market. Poppet was rather like Tom in that she was an extremely polite and helpful young woman who always tried her very best with any job that she did. She was asked once if she could say two things about herself that she felt she needed to improve, she thought about this question for a while then simply replied that her back stroke was pants and that she had an inability to say NO. . . So that had to be improved too!


Poppet didn’t actually need to earn extra money, she had oodles of Farm Town coins she thought that she would probably need a truck if she ever had to take them all to the bank, but a farmer could always use more. Everyone around the market talked about when Mr Producer would offer the farmers yet another farm. Buying and upgrading farms was extremely expensive so Poppet harvested willingly for others when they asked her for help. There was another reason that Poppet helped everyone who asked and that was because they generally helped her in return.

Poppet knew how important it was to harvest her crops before they could spoil. The one thing that won’t ever wait in Farm Town are the crops. Another thing that she knew for sure was that harvesting, ploughing and re-seeding five farms takes time, plenty of time! Today she didn’t have time to harvest for other people, not until all her own crops were safely harvested and stored away.

She arrived at the market with her resolve firmly in place to find harvesters and under no circumstances to harvest for anyone else. Sometimes a girl could be bombarded with requests asking to harvest, plough and Oh YES FISH!



Poppet had literally just put her foot on the market green, said hi to everyone, when she received a message from farmer Louise asking her if she would harvest some crops. Without thinking she accepted. Aloe Vera, excellent, the percentage that she got for harvesting this crop would come in handy. Whilst she was working she asked Louise if she would like to harvest for her in return for her help. Poppet was a little surprised when she said that she didn’t want to but asked Poppet if she would like to harvest and plough another farm. Because she was a helpful young girl she said that she had time to do that even though in reality she didn’t! Poppet harvested and ploughed the second farm then returned home.

This time, when she checked her buddy list she noticed, thankfully, that ember was online. She sent her a message asking for help, sure that ember would come and help harvest, possibly do some flowers too. Whilst she was waiting she went to the market for the second time with the same level of resolve as before sure that she could find a harvester. Without even thinking what she was doing, she accepted an offer of work from Stacy Loo. Just as she ploughed the last plot of land she was transported to the middle of yet another farm dragging the plough square, which she hated, along with her. When a farmer hired the worker twice, once straight after the other, the plough square vanished making it possible to plough fields in half the time. Stacy Loo ignored Poppet’s plea to be hired twice even though she had agreed to do just that. Poppet also asked if she would like to harvest for her in return. There was no answer, nothing just an empty farm full of, thanks to Poppet, newly ploughed fields.


Thankfully a message from ember saying that she would love to help cheered Poppet up. The two friends chatted for a little while before our intrepid farmer returned to the market for the third time in search of harvesters.

I don’t need to tell you what happened next do I?

You will be able to work out from the images who helped our little Poppet with her harvest and who didn’t. At one point she began to feel like the ‘Little red Hen’ a story that she remembered hearing as a child. I will share with you though, that this tale does end happily. The harvest from all five farms, those that were layered and those that weren’t piled high in Poppet’s storage.

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