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Supernova
- Joined
- Jul 1, 2010
Juan De Carlos Diez walked along his cousin's rich Colombian farm. The rare fruits only found in this part of south america brought many of the spanish to the americas 10 years after the independent wars. Now that it was 1820, "Gran Colombia" was at its peak but of course, they still needed to grow.
"We could make money with these....aside from coffee of course." Juan said to his cousin looking at the many trees and plants. He was lucky that his cousin from this spot that got a good amount of everything.
Juan was tanned lightly and had dark brown curly hair with really dark brown eyes. His gentle smooth face made him look somewhat younger but he was 25 while he looked 17.
While the young good looking man had a good future idea, his life with his family was terrible as he and his cousin had both lost their parents in the wars 12 years ago and had to work around the country side working for fishing but now that peace was at hand, they hoped to make better lives for themselves.
"I wouldn't agree primo" his cousin said sighing.
Juan looked at him. "Why not?"
"well I think that there's something stealing our stock- well maybe a animal eating it." He explained.
"A animal?" Juan raised a eyebrow. "Only a few animals eat these fruits cause they're able to reach them; we're in a hard to find spot and I have yet to see any local creatures for a quarter of a mile..."
"Well maybe it's a wondering?"
"We could make money with these....aside from coffee of course." Juan said to his cousin looking at the many trees and plants. He was lucky that his cousin from this spot that got a good amount of everything.
Juan was tanned lightly and had dark brown curly hair with really dark brown eyes. His gentle smooth face made him look somewhat younger but he was 25 while he looked 17.
While the young good looking man had a good future idea, his life with his family was terrible as he and his cousin had both lost their parents in the wars 12 years ago and had to work around the country side working for fishing but now that peace was at hand, they hoped to make better lives for themselves.
"I wouldn't agree primo" his cousin said sighing.
Juan looked at him. "Why not?"
"well I think that there's something stealing our stock- well maybe a animal eating it." He explained.
"A animal?" Juan raised a eyebrow. "Only a few animals eat these fruits cause they're able to reach them; we're in a hard to find spot and I have yet to see any local creatures for a quarter of a mile..."
"Well maybe it's a wondering?"