Helping Those Who Need Help

Helping Those Who Need Help

     “Train, Train, Train. That’s all I ever do,” said Moyim. “I would give a gallon of salt not to train anymore.”

     “Were did you get salt? We haven’t had any salt on Kallak for three hundred years,” asked Ammia.

     “It’s just a figure of speech,” said Moyim. “I don’t actually have any salt.”

     “That’s good. I would hate myself if I had to turn you into the Government. But I would do it,” said Ammia.

     “I know you would.” Changing the subject fast Moyim said, “How much longer do I have to train.”

     Ammia smiled. “I was about to tell you that when the salt problem came up. There is nothing else to train you on. You are ready to go out on your own.”

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     Moyim looked over the room. There was a plate for each person that was going to show up there tonight. And there was a plate for two hundred people. At least there would be when he placed them there. Moyim had a lot to do in six hours.

     Walking into Food Prep Moyim suddenly stopped. There wasn’t a clean plate. Moyim would have to clean each plate by hand. And that was going to take him a couple of hours. He had an evening meal to prepare. Moyim didn’t have time to clean one plate let alone two hundred of them.

     It didn’t take as long to plate clean as Moyim thought. Once he got into a rhyme it only took in just over an hour to finish the cleaning. While he was doing the cleaning he also start working on the evening meal. Moyim might be ready for the evening meal after all.

The End?