Submission (#6990) Approved

The time of summer had come to a close and the arrival of autumn quickly took to the scene among Terrah; flora began to shrivel and dry as the sun began to set earlier in the day, fauna scurried and picked bare everything that was left untouched weeks before to store up for the freezing chill that'd overtake the planet soon. In particular, Vermin had the same idea as such; she had been hauling all the red globerries she had made sure germinated in the spring to make her signature juice. In her homes large lines of empty bottles, labels, cork, and empty racks were condensed all along the walls waiting for her work to begin. Hands red and gummy from crushing berries, she loaded them all into a huge wooden tub, mashing and pressing them all into a fine pulp. She was excited, this was her largest harvest on record, and she'd be able to make a killing giving it to those that found her products to be exquisite. She found she hated the small seeds that came with each globerry, she'd have to strain them out later with a large seave. Happily she prepared the vats for the globerries to ferment, she still had last harvests vats ready for bottling. The harvest was laborious for her, she wanted to have her aged products ready for the harvest celebrations among Terrah. Going onward with work she bottled her juice bottle by bottle, filling out each label with the date and title of handiwork with care; one by one she lined them up among the fresh shelves; each one was attached to a track that she'd be able to push into her storage warehouse. She grew tired quickly but she manged to bottle every single ounce of juice. In a tentative movement she closed up the grid on each shelf and wheeled them back into a semi-dark cellar to age, the globerry juice took on a unique taste when exposed to the dark for several months at a time. She wheeled her most aged product up to the main door, locking them in place on the track. She sighed with a happy note, it was done! She opened up her notebook and checked off all she had done and sent out an email and advert that her products were ready, it was now only a matter of time before the first terras would be lining up outside her place. She walked confidently out of the building, greeting the lovely chill of Terrah air.