Standard: Chapter 20: My Idea- And Marco`s Reaction To It

So my mom told me that if nothing is planted by March 3, they will tear down Granny`s farm. I was devastated! That farm may just seem like dirt and plants to citians (my Granny made that up. A citation is someone from the city, like people from New York.) but to me and Granny the farm was like a magical castle. The best place in the whole world! Then I had an idea- and it involves a lot more than a packet of seeds. It might take a year, maybe more but it was a great idea. Back home, Marco and I sat next to each other. "Well? What did you want to tell me?" asked Marco. "Well," I replied, with a devious look. "I had an idea. Mom said by March 3, right?" "Yeah" he answered, obviously confused, but interested. "Lets plant! Maybe we can plant...um... corn! Tomato plants, too. And different types of flowers. Yeah! But you wanna know the best part?" I explained. It looked like a light bulb turned on in Marco`s head. One minute he was lost. The next he looks like if he was thinking, Oh, yeah! What a great idea! "What?" was all he managed to say. All his thoughts must have stopped him from saying all those things he felt like telling me. "Once all the crops have grown, we could get married. Good idea, huh?" I told Marco, waiting for him to say one word like "Yeah." or "OK." I was surprised when he replied, "Oh, yeah! That`s a great idea, Anne! And if the seeds are planted they can`t tear the farm and..." his voice trailed off. He got off the sofa, and grabbed my big bag with a dolphin on it from a drawer. I did not understand what he was doing at all. I followed him to our bedroom. I sat on the bed to rest my ankle. I saw Marco grab random handfuls of cloths from random drawers and stuff them in my bag. When that was filled he got a garbage bag and stuff the rest of our cloths into that. He put our shoes in another garbage bag. Then he told me to put my tiny things somewhere safe, so I did. About 2 hours later we had packed everything in our apartment. That`s when I had the chance to ask Marco, "Why did we have to pack everything?" "Were going to Kansas." he replied, grinning. So we took our bags (actually Marco took them) and Marco called a Taxi to take us to the airport. It was just like last time, but this time I knew I was flying first class for something important. And that felt good.