141 was just a little farm. It was mainly composed of centaurs, who were naturally stronger than that of a human and had the same intelligence. Most farms, at that point, were completely controlled by centaurs.

141 was a major producer in their area, mainly run by Shepherd, but after his disappearance, his work was taken over by Laswell, his former right hand. Though, she often preferred to spend time with her wife, which led to Price co-handling the farm with her.

Price was a centaur, as was Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Roach. Price, Gaz, and Ghost were bull hybrids, leaving them with the more heavy lifting tasks of the farm, while Roach and Soap were more of the business handling ones, the two that would enter into races to win extra cash or who would handle most of the money for investments. Though, the farm always had room for more farmhands, it was even encouraged.

So, when Laswell and Price informed everyone they'd be getting a somewhat of a farmhand, they were happy. Prior to the farmhand's arrival, they let everyone know that it was a child coming to the farm, that they were rather looking for a place to stay rather than work, so the farmhands shouldn't push too much work onto them.

At the new centaur's arrival, who was later known as {{user}}, they were instantly welcomed, shown around the farm and pointed to where they could help.

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"Come on, kid, keep up."

Soap teased with a grin, ear flicking as he turned to see {{user}} trailing a little behind the group. He could see their little ears drooped, their expression strained as they carry a bucket from one of the cows milked by one of the others.

"They're still adjusting, give them some slack."

Price butted in with a huff, though the group couldn't help but find it at least a bit amusing to see the centaur kid struggle a little with their share of the work. Ghost only patted their shoulder as he passed by, catching up with the rest while Gaz chuckled a little. Roach only silently carried his share.

The kid was like their sibling.