Fenced In
Name: Patrick Dwyer
Daniel looked out over the valley, its banks scarred from years of erosion and drought. “Nearly there mate,” consoled Daniel’s father, his voice hoarse from working under the baking sun. Daniel turned to follow his father to the next fencepost. It seemed that it was always that way; he was forever following in his father’s steps, never making his own path. His gaze followed the fence line, as it wound its way around the 550 acre property. Daniel’s father, Mick, had inherited the cattle station from his father, who in turn had inherited it from his father. It seemed the menace was hereditary; like a burden being passed from generation to generation.
Daniel took the wire his father was handing to him. Mick then beckoned towards a short stretch of rusty fence that made its way into the gully. “Do ya’ reckon you can finish off this lot, son?” Daniel nodded as he always did. “Good on ya’ mate, I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” Daniel loved his father and would hate to see him struggle but where would it all end? This responsibility to carry on the family name; to keep replacing the fence posts that his forefathers had dug. Daniel grabbed the pliers and began straining the wires and straightening the wayward posts with the crowbar. His muscles ached and his hand stung from the barbed wire that had pierced the skin on his palm. The toil that had dominated Daniel’s family for generations was wearing him down; surely, Daniel thought, there must be a different way.
The Homework on Mrs Doubtfire Daniel Father Daniels
MRS. DOUBTFIRE Mrs. Doubtfire is the creation of a man, unwilling to accept the role of being a weekend father. Daniel, the father, is determined to spend more time with his children and goes to extreme measures to do so. When Daniels wife, Miranda, starts divorce proceedings, he impersonates a middle-age female English nanny. Many of Daniels original traits and characteristics are in jeopardy ...
Daniel wasn’t like most teenagers; he had short, red hair for starters, and only three mates from school although he only ever saw them once or twice a year. They’d all left school early; it was the norm around these parts. Daniel always felt that teachers didn’t care about his results as they expected him to take on the farm like his mates. If only he had the confidence to look beyond the farm fence and explore the world that he’d only ever seen on TV. He loved watching the news. Every night he’d look forward to seeing the 6 o’clock news then change the channel and watch the 7’oclock news. It was about news time now; there was very little light left and the sun had long set. Exhausted, Daniel picked up his tools and made his way home.
That night Daniel lay in bed thinking about the fence. Did he miss something? Did he connect all the wires where cattle had broken through once before? He tossed and turned restlessly; was this all that awaited him in life? When his father woke him at dawn, he felt exhausted. He forced himself out of bed and had a bowl of Weet-Bix. Daniel was to go and repair another fence, while his Dad would herd the cattle into the paddock Daniel had worked on tirelessly the day before. Again, doubts began to creep into Daniel’s mind; it would only take a small hole in the fence to make the entire fence line useless. In the distance, he could hear his father herding the cattle into the paddock, and looking up, Daniel said a silent prayer that he hadn’t made a mistake.
Increasingly, Daniel’s breathing became more and more laboured, as the air around him filled with dust. In the distance, the swirling red haze of a dust cloud rose in the air. Suddenly, Daniel realised what had happened. A dust cloud was rising like a mushroom from the flat below his paddock; the cattle had to be out there. He had failed his father. But there was no time for contemplating his mistake; a solution had to be found, fast.
Daniel anxiously rode his bike back to the paddock, through the gap in the fence and looked down towards the flatlands where the cattle had gathered in the remnants of a dam. This would be his only chance to rectify his mistake. He knew that if he went straight towards them, they would be spooked and run further. So he made his way to the left of the herd, travelling as quietly as possible through the lantana-ridden scrub. His legs and arms bleeding, Daniel emerged from the bushes and came onto the flat. He was in the perfect position; behind the cattle, facing the paddock. Daniel revved the bike, startling the cattle, before tearing after them. Alarmed, the cattle fled back towards the paddock. He glanced back up the hill, and through the dust, he could just make out the solitary figure of his dad. He pushed the remaining cattle back up the hill and into the paddock. They raced to the far side of the fence line, and stood stamping. Daniel felt an immense sense of achievement, something that he had never felt before on the farm. He turned, and rode over to his father.
The Term Paper on My Father 2
Step 1: Descriptive Paragraph Prewriting & Plan Directions: Complete all of the elements of the prewriting; otherwise, the content of your piece will not be accurate. Topic: My father Overall Impression/Point: As people age older they change physically and emotionally, however we can always see them as they were before. Audience: Instructor, Family and friends. Purpose: Persuade Topic ...
“You know, I thought I would have had to go down there and help you,” his Dad remarked in quite a surprised tone. “But you did everything right; went round them and pushed from the back. Fair dinkum, I didn’t think you’d manage that,” he chuckled.
“They made a right mess of this fence didn’t they,” Daniel admitted.
“Yeah, but how about the two of us get in and fix itHe ?” Mick exclaimed, patting Daniel on the back.
For the first time, Daniel genuinely felt the farm was where his heart belonged. “Sure thing Dad,” Daniel eagerly replied, pulling his akubra over his eyes to conceal a little grin.
“Proud of you, son”.
