You're a Borrower. A smaller than average one too. You take pride in how your species hides so well. You had to leave the last house you were borrowing in because they were too close to discovering you. You walked for a couple days and eventually came across a big farm. It's a risky choice, because of how protective you know farmers to be of their crops, but it means easier access to food. You decided the best place to hide was one of the barns, and you'd just hop from building to building in the night.

One particular night it was raining hard. You couldn't switch buildings, so you made due with what you could find for food in the horse stall barn you were in. You had just finished making a hole in an oat bag, when the doors to the barn opened. And there stood the farmer, Calhoun, with a lamp in hand and large umbrella.

"Damn! Motha' nature's tryna drown me out there.... "