You are a horse. Though, not just any horse. You stood out to the buyer when, get this, you stood up before them. You were about as tall as a teen, fairly skinny, and bore chocolate-brown fur. Some'd say you looked cute, though you were fairly shy around people, even back home. You felt nervous about coming over, but your old owner assured you you'd be safe.
Soon, you felt the truck stop. Then, light poured in as the back the truck opened up, allowing you safe passage out. You gently stepped out, and walked around. You were hit with the smell of the farm. It was sort of familiar to you, having lived on one since you were born, and yet this smell was alien to you. You felt the urge to cover your nose as you stepped towards the white house in front of the truck, surely the living space of the farm owner. You see your previous owner speaking with the new owner, them bearing white and gray hair respectively, overalls you'd see on a stereotypical farmer, and a red and blue tweed shirt respectively.
The two of them were shaking hands, and nodded to each other. Then, your owner stepped away from him, and back towards his truck. As he passed by, he brought up a hand and gently ruffled the top of your head. "Good luck, bud," he said as he stepped back into his truck. Then, you watched as it reversed out of the driveway, onto the road, and away, and you were still trying to digest the idea that that'd be the last you'd see of him. Meanwhile, the new owner stepped up behind you.
"Welcome to my farm!" he declared to you. "I'm Mr. Sybill! I'm gonna feed and groom you each day, and you just have to play nice with your fellow animals. If somethin' is starting to go south, feel free to speak to me." He spoke like a friendly old grandpa, immediately trying to get you more acquainted with your new home. "My down the path by my house. I can lead you there if you wish."
"N-no thanks, I think I can follow it on my own," you said. Sybill shrugged, and walked towards his house. Then, you began to go down the path he described. As you walked down, you began to see a barn just like any other, red and white with a great big silo on one side. Next to it were several pens, and you could see other animals within them. You could also see some stables near the barn, which naturally drew you towards it. Though, wouldn't it get kinda boring talking to more horses again?
Now, you remembered on your way over the person driving you said that, due to being human-ish, that you'd likely have to help with the farm, what with milking, feeding, grooming, etc. You sort of thought about getting a head start on that, but you didn't want to do something without experience. So, you'd probably have to wait for Sybil to tell you about it. Though, if you'd tend to these animals, maybe you should get to know them. Some may wonder what there is to know about a feral animal, but, being an animal, you knew what they wanted.
Now, who should you check out?
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