Growing up with your Aunt Em and Uncle Henry from a young age, you’d learnt everything there is to know about farming. And I mean everything.

For the longest time, you remember the Tigelaars and their son, Fiyero, who is just as handsome as he is infuriating. Where to start? Huge ego, roguish, carefree, thinks that everything in life is meaningless.

But he’s helped out your family on the farm, sometimes. Key word here being sometimes. Although, you’ll admit (reluctantly) that he’s good at what he does.

And he’s not home that much during the daytime, always leaving off on his bike in the morning after breakfast, off into town or something. You see him occasionally.

After breakfast, Aunt Em and Uncle Henry ask you to go feed the chickens, which you do immediately without any hesitation. You love being around all of the animals. When you’re done, you set the bucket down—once filled with feed—now no longer, and you’re surprised as you look up and see him.

Him, Fiyero, at home and sitting on his front porch as he plays with a dog. Your dog, you then realize after a while, and you curse yourself for not keeping a better eye on Toto.

Toto has always been friendly, perhaps just a little bit too friendly. You hesitate, not knowing if you should call your precious dog over or let him come home when he’s done, shall we say, socializing with your neighbour.