Good morning, Arcanjoe.
First things first -- the information I can glean from these 250 words:
1. Huey Crescent is a boy
2. Huey Crescent lives on a pig farm
3. Huey Crescent likes digging in pig shit.
4. Huey Crescent has both parents alive
5. It rained last night
6. It's cold out.
7. It's early morning
8. Huey Crescent wears oversized sunglasses
9. Huey Crescent's parents insist he wears them outside.
10. There aren't many rules, but the sunglass thing is one of them.
11. Huey Crescent is wearing a hoodie
12. There are suspicious chunks in the lake that excite Huey even though they're unpleasant.
The reason I list this out like so is so you can see what I as a reader am getting from what you've written. Is this what you wanted me to get? Is there something missing that you thought was there? Is there something there that you don't want me to know yet?
Your voice and diction change considerably in the last paragraph. Is this intentional? The first few lines read like true middle-grade -- simple sentences, short words, little in the way of descriptors. In the last paragraph, we have morning mists, frigid, stinging, and the tone gets more formal.
Either is good, but consistency counts for a lot in writing so far as agents are concerned and inconsistencies in voice and diction in the first few paragraphs can lead to agents not reading further.
You start in the preterite, shift to the past perfect, shift to the conditional, then to the perfect again, back to the preterite. You may want to think about how this affects your pacing.
Have you thought about shifting to the present tense -- this is much more common in MG because kids tend to find it more engaging.
Your first lines would then read:
"Heaven, to Huey Crescent, is standing shin-deep in a stinking lake of pig's muck, spade in hand. This is why it's the first thing he does every morning, before showering, before breakfast, even before saying good morning to his parents. He rolls out of bed, dresses in his morning chore clothes, then shuffles out the back door and over to the pigsty."
To me that's a more fluid read, but you'll likely need more opinions than just mine before you make a decision.
Best of luck to you, sir. I am curious as to why Huey likes pig shit so much.
Here are the first 250 words of my MG Contemporary novel. Thoughts? Thanks in advance for the help!
Heaven, to Huey Crescent, was standing shin-deep in a stinking lake of pig’s muck, spade in hand. Which was why it was the first thing he did every morning. Before showering, before breakfast, before saying good morning to his parents, he would roll out of bed, dress in his morning-chore clothes, then shuffle out of the back door and over to the pigsty.
If I start the day off right, Huey often thought, the rest of the day will be a breeze.
But it had rained all night long, and the pigsty was more lake-like than it had ever been and almost as dark as his Dad’s morning coffee.
All about him, morning mist hung in the frigid air, wetting his hair and cheeks and stinging his lungs. Huey took a moment to adjust the oversized sunglasses on his face with his free hand. He probably didn’t need them this morning, the glare from the rising sun was so weak, but if his parents caught him not wearing them he’d be in for it. His parents didn’t have a lot of rules on the farm, but there was one: Huey was never to go out in daylight without his sunglasses. So Huey used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe the droplets of mist from the lenses and looked down at the suspicious chunks of something . . . unpleasant . . . floating on the surface of the water.
Huey grinned at the challenge and set to work.