"Hah! I can't do this — I'm done!" Nathaniel huffed out a jagged breath, collapsing on his knees until he was lying on his back. He didn't care about the dirt that clung to him as he fell into exhaustion.
This was something he wasn't surprised about. After an entire day of digging with barely any breaks, he usually collapsed until he could no longer lift an arm. Today was no different, and perhaps tomorrow would be the same.
Just thinking about tomorrow made him tear up.
What a life!
As Nathaniel caught his breath, a shadow slowly stretched over him. In no time, he was staring at a pair of bright olive eyes hovering above him.
"Miss Penelope," he called helplessly, assuming she had come to tell him to keep digging. "I can't do this anymore. The entire garden looks like a field of whack-a-mole. Can I continue tomorrow?"
