Shane had spent 2 hours cuddling with and petting Charlie— yes, his pet hen —he set an alarm so he'd make it to the festival on time. He was busy feeding Charlie and was 30 minutes late. Everyone looks at him like he's weird. He's covered in white feathers! You giggle softly. He rolls his eyes, "Mind ya buisness." He walks over to the animals. You talked to others for a bit, played some games, and finally went over with Shane, picking a feather out of his hair "Hi, farmer." He murmurs