オレオの冒険

オレオの手紙

I don't have a name. I want you to remember me as a friend who grew up in Westchester.　

The story begins with one Oreo letter.　Oreo is a nickname I gave him, he doesn't even know it.

Where is this story going to lead us?　

Have you ever seen The Shawshank ?　We break out of prison and end up meeting up on Dream Island.　That's what our mission is, and we have a rendezvous point.　I'll let you all know. We'll be toasting to Chardonnay in the Golan Heights in Israel.

Where did our meeting start?　

I'm a farmer on the Brinton Hicks farm in Plainfield, New Hampshire. He worked as a　Knox Ranch up in the mountains, where he worked on the Knox farm and was taken in by a famous Chicago farmer, and then his whereabouts were It remained interrupted.　

There are very few blacks in New Hampshire, easy enough to get to by accidentally getting lost. It's not a mechanism.　Many blacks migrated to Canada as unpaid workers. They say that many workers flowed in from England. It's the farms in the southern regions that coexist with blacks and treat blacks basically well because of the respect they have for each other. It's made up of.　The strength of America as a country is not the cowboy in the West, but the people here in and around South Carolina. A long established tradition has been carried on and built upon.

The Brinton Hicks farm makes a living selling maple in the spring from early March to mid-April, strawberries for the summer, and gardening flowers, vegetables, milk, and ice cream in other seasons to locals who also know each other.

Knox Farm is a dairy farm with 1,000 pigs.