Story of Kauri

*This story is gonna be made of a serious of writing exercises

Water shimmered purplelish orange as it crawled down his rugged skin and the trees nearby hissed and taunted to keep nearby watchers away. But the evening sun still caught a glance of its creation hiding behind a flock of clouds.
"Ma'ma I have seemed to work up an appetite!!!," Kauri placed the empty bucket onto a nearby tree stump.
"Damnit, Kauri fix it ya'self, ya almost fourteen, and will have to take over da ranch soon," Raising his hand, Kauri grabbed a nearby Towel which put up a struggle. Clinging onto the the string of which it hung but, still snapped like a sheet of notebook paper, from its resting place. Kauri groaned in a nagging tone, slapping the towel onto his skin and flinging it behind him. After grabbing the door knob the string could be heard whiping the air. The door creaked open, giving access for Kauri to slip through.
"What in hoss's dung are ya doing," He reached over as if to strike the person he yelled at. "I cant go any where wiht out ya two doin somthin stupid," He reached for the items his brothers were playing with. But, one of his brothers backed his hand to far into the fireplace. As if it were a person sticking a finger down their throat, it spit up some coal. The Heated Rock soar threw the air, until it collided into Kauri's cheek.