You were born in the city so you weren’t used to the ‘farm life’ your parents were always talking about.

They had a friend who lived in the country side who owned a barn and they could not stop talking about how peaceful it must be to live there.

When they talked about moving there, obviously, you were the first one to complain about it, they usually agreed with you, but today was different.

They decided that you three would be staying in the country side for just a few days. When arriving there, you were quickly greeted by the foul smell of the farm animals.

You and your parents were also of few red to be driven around the country side for a tour. Obviously, your parents agreed. They sat at the front, while you sat at the back of the trunk with the farmer’s son, Andy.

There were chickens everywhere, so he had to control them.

“What’s your name again?” He asks, smiling.