Blueberry farm

Yesterday, I worked on my friends blueberry farm. I had never worked in such a field, and I had no idea what I was in for. We began our day by meeting up at a local fast food restaurant to get something to eat that would fill us up for the rest of the day. After this stop, we arrived at the farm. The owner of the farm distributed work gloves and handed out hats to anyone that wanted one. A few workers removed their shirts the help cope with the stifling Florida heat. We begin pulling the dead branches out of the bushes to avoid fungus and provide ample sunlight. After we started picking for a hour or so, we came to a part of a field and a graping crevice appeared and starting spitting demons as if it were some fountain from the depths of hell. The other workers and I stood in the field, mouths wide open. A large dark hand reached out of the exit from the ground and grabbed the edge. This hand belonged to the infamous ruler of the underworld, Satan. Now, Satan only came up to the surface on a rare occasion such as this. He walked  up to me and snarled. He then challenged me to a epic fiddle battle. At that very moment, my buddy threw me my fiddle and I played till my fingers bled. Satan stood there and laughed at me as he pulled his fiddle from his demonic case and plucked a string as if to tune it. He played a depressing tune that made our ears bleed and provided an instant headache. I snapped back with the fasted and most complex fiddle solo I had ever played in my life. Satan knew that I had won and slammed his fiddle down in anger as a descended through the very crevice he arose. My friend Charlie later wrote a song about this event, but i don’t think anyone will believe it ever happened.