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After hearing his son make fun of a youngster whose father worked as a supermarket packer, a wealthy lawyer resolves to give him a life-changing lesson.

The spoilt boy had no idea that he would have to spend the entire summer in the shoes of the less fortunate child, trading places with him.

That night, rich lawyer Mr. Frazer and his fifteen-year-old son, Kevin, were enjoying themselves while shopping. Everything was good until Kevin began persistently pleading with his father to allow him to travel to Ibiza with the other lads, even after his father had refused.

“That’s not fair, dad. You always say no to everything. I’m tired of your stupid rules,” Kevin said at his father as they walked up to the register.

“Youmust understand that you’re still young, and such trips without adults could be dаngеrous. Plus, it’s a lot of money. And my answer is still no.”

The youngster began rolling his eyes because he was so disappointed. “Yeah, whatever. You know what? You’re so boring, dad…and you don’t want me to have any fun.”

“Kevin, watch your tone, young man. We’re in a store, and you’re making a scene.”

Embarrassed, Kevin sighed and rushed to the register. He saw a youngster his age standing next to the cashier, laughing, along with his father, who worked as a grocery packer at the store, as they got closer to the counter.

Added to his already bad mood, this infuriated Kevin. He became enraged and charged at them, assuming they were laughing at him.

Kevin barked, his voice roiling with malice, “Hey, what you two laughin’ at, huh? Do I look funny to you?”

“If you have a little more brains to keep your mouths shut, you’ll find a better job, losers.”

The boy’s outburst surprised store packer Frank and his son Johnny, who looked at each other in confusion.

Mr. Frazer glared at his son and said, “Kevin, what are you doing?” “Apologize to them. This is not how you talk to people.”

“Oh, come on, dad. Cut it. Stop giving me a sermon in front of these losers…Let’s go home.”

Mr. Frazer pursed his lips and said, “I…I’m sorry, gentlemen,” scarcely raising his voice above a whisper.

“It’s okay, sir. He’s just a small boy.”

“Small boy? He’s not a small boy. He’s 15. He can’t get away with insulting people likе that. It’s all my mistake. I’ve spoiled him too much, especially after his mother died. I should’ve taught him some manners. It’s getting out of hand now…I think it’s high time I show him his place. What do you think?”

The father of Johnny shook his head. “I’m not sure about that, sir. And…it’s not my place to say anything.”

Mr. Frazer said nervously, “I know…I know…” “You see, I always gave my son everything he wanted. I never said no to anything but just this time…For once, I refused him, and this brat is enraged.”

“I think you should show how clever you are without my money, Kevin! Why don’t you set an example for these people? Maybe then they might follow in your footsteps and find a better job…right, son?” Mr. Frazer glared and turned to Kevin.

“What…I didn’t get you. What do you mean, dad?”

At that, Mr. Frazer turned to face the packer. “Could you please tell me how your son intends to spend his summer holidays?”

“We always send him to work on our family farm, sir…My brother takes care of it, and I send my son every summer there to help him.”

Mr. Frazer grinned broadly and his eyes brightened.

“N-No, no, no…Dad? What are you doing? Why are you asking him all that?”

Mr. Frazer abruptly asked Kevin, “Do you mind if my son replaces your son at this farm work this summer?”

“Your son Johnny will come home with me and replace my son in his traditional summer occupation by doing NOTHING! And my son will stay with your brother on the farm and WORK. Deal?”

He laughed, “What? Are you serious, sir?” said the packer. “Our sons switching places? It would be funny…But will it work?”

“Dad…OMG…What? No…You can’t be serious…No…I’m not going anywhere.”

Kevin’s mouth dropped open in disbelief as both fathers clasped hands and exchanged phone numbers and addresses while Mr. Frazer smiled maliciously.

“In two days, my son will be at your brother’s farm, and your son Johnny will be with me.”

Kevin cried, begged, and got into arguments. But nothing made his father change his mind, and if he wanted his father to aid him in any way, he had to take Johnny’s place. So Kevin showed up at the farm in the local town on a Friday morning.

As he got out of his car, Kevin covered his nose with a handkerchief and said, “Ugh, what is that awful smell?” Kevin wrinkled his nose in distaste at the smell of rotting vegetables mixed with horse and cow excrement.

“I can’t stand it. It stinks. Can’t you do something about it?”

Uncle Billy said, “Welcome to country life, buddy!” with a laugh. “You’ll get used to it!”

Kevin rolled his eyes and said, “Country life bull—” “Fine, where is my room? I need to take a shower.”

“This is your room…but it’s not all yours. You have to shаrе it with your roommate, Tony.”

“Tony? Who is Tony now?”

“From today on, he will serve as your assistant,” Billy announced, gesturing out the window. The child looked around in sh.ock to see an older guy, maybe in his seventies, tilling the earth and swiping at the sweat with his muddy hands.

Feeling dissatisfied, Kevin grumbled to himself and started his day. The voice said, “Get up, blond boy. We ain’t got no time to sleep during work. And I want you to change into these work clothes…Here.” as he was kicking back on the bed after taking a shower.

“My name is Kevin. Not a blond boy. And I don’t want to dress in these awful, uncomfortable rags.”

“Well, whatever. Read this and get going. Quickly. Transfer it,” Tony pushed Kevin’s task list aside.

“Muck the stables? Bathe the pigs? Pick the dung? What the hell? This was not what I was signed up for. They said farm work. I thought it was cultivation. Cropping. Pruning. That’s what they do in farms.”

Tony laughed and thrust a poo scooper into Kevin’s hands, saying, “Ha ha ha! Farming is not gardening in ya backyard, champ. Here, now move it. I’ll see ya at the stable…And watch ya step, blond boy!”

Entering the stable, Kevin started swatting the flies and pirate bugs swarming around his head, saying, “These darn flies…leave me alone…go…ewww…shoo.” However, they persisted in returning for more.

Stepping onto a brand-new clump of horse poo, Kevin grimaced, saying, “Oh no, no, no! This can’t be happening. My new shoes.”

“Ugh, this is so disgusting than I thought. How can anyone work here? I’m not doing this.”

Kevin was greeted by a boisterous chorus of neighs as he strode into the stables. The noise startled the boy, and Tony caught him running outside in his poop-stained sneakers.

“Where do ya think ya goin’, champ? Did ya clean the stable?”

“No…I am feeling sick. I can’t do it today. I’m not used to….” Kevin vomited.

“Hmmm…well, in that case, I have another task for ya.”

Tony took Kevin to the barn, where he was met by mooing cows and the aroma of fresh hay and manure, before Kevin could sigh with relief and think of another reason.

“Oh great, now what?”

Tony pushed a bucket into Kevin’s hands and exclaimed, “Milk that cow!” “And hurry up, kid. The more ya delay, the more deductions from your pay…Every penny counts. So move it, will ya?”