You tug down upon your brimmed hat, never less fascinated with your bushy tail. It was pride, really, to have such a lovely thing around, but it wasn't time to sit around admiring my tail, you mused. There's always some manner of critter looking for some grub. You sigh contently; it's time to settle into the daily routine, and for starters we'll go feed the chickens first.
Oh, those lovely chickens.
A pale of feed and a walk down to the 'coop started your otherwise benign duties. They weren't the most intelligent of beasts, by no fair margin, but such was the order of life. They were almost too innocent, almost too ignorant. So readily willing to approach the one that feeds upon them as readily as he does feed them. A smaller bird pecked at the scattered grains about your feet as you sat upon a low bench within the wooden box.
There was still much to do, and probably should have had breakfast first, you noted with a low grumble of your lithe gut. And there was still that visit with your goat friend, Cedric, that was going to happen not too long from now. You'd always enjoyed his companionship a lot, but between his job and where he lived, the two of you often didn't get much time for each other.
Your stomach growled again persistently, almost demanding it be satisfied promptly. But with what...? Well, perhaps? Hmm. Maybe you could do away with this young one right here, not like it would really matter too much, but maybe you'd do better to find some more proper food?
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