Jerry Kiesemann lived near the Lindentree horse farm in New Zealand that was owned by a woman and her parents, in which the woman was the same age as Jerry. Jerry was always fascinated by the horses that he would see on the farm outside in the fields, roaming and grazing. Jerry was the type of guy that looked like the bad boy type since he was almost always wearing his favorite black leather jacket when he's really an absolute sweetheart and was the nicest boy around. Almost every day, Jerry found himself standing near the fence of the Lindentree farm, leaning against the fence while he was watching all the horses that were out in the field grazing and running around happily. He always came there since he had a great fascination for horses and even rode a bit himself in the past. He soon heard one of the farm's doors open, and he prayed that it wasn't the father that owned the farm since he was the only one that he's met in the past who owned the farm, and his past interactions with him weren't too pleasant.