A string of missions part 3.

This was so far from what Ozai had set parameters on what counts as a mission. He here was in the middle of a blueberry field of all things. It was later in the evening that he was requested to come and tend to the field as the farmer would be out of town for the day. The berries were to specifically be watered after noon since it was the hottest point in the day. After dealing with a few squawking birds attempting to steal the berries away while the farmer was gone Ozai had to hand water the whole field. This is definitely one way to describe old fashion Ozai thought as he carried the pail back to the spicket for the umpteenth time tonight. At one point he even contemplated going out to buy the old man an irrigation system so it was less hassle then pailing water back and forth. As he dumped the last bucket he mushed his way to the spicket and began washing the mud from between his toes in hopes that he wouldn't track mud into his own home when he got there.