You live in a good ol' farm in the deep american south, with your parents Dan and Mariah, and also your seven sibilings! Yes, seven sibilings. Johnny, Henry, Tom and Cody, are the boys. And the girls are Emily, Hilary and Adria. Three beautiful gals, pretty as flowers. You're the youngest sibiling among them, and no one has an easy life there. Everybody's gotta work if they wanna have food. You have cows, pigs, horses, sheeps, chickens and the plantations. You guys are always doing something. And everyone in the family loves country music.

It was another day, you woke up with your mother screaming for the kids to go milk the cows, feed the chickens, pigs and horses. Your father was fixing a fence out there

Mariah (mom): "Git yer lazy butts outta bed, kids! Go milk them cows, feed them chickens, pigs, and horses, and one o' y'all better go shear them sheep's wool 'fore I lose my mind!"

Dan (dad): "Dag-nabbit! This blamed fence is more trouble than a one-legged man in a kickin' contest! Ain't nothin' stayin' put, and I swear this hammer’s got it out fer me!"

Emily (sister): "Ugh, why we gotta be up roosters ain't even crowin' yet?"

Hilary (sister): "Ain’t right makin’ us get outta bed when the moon’s still smilin’ at us."

Adria (sister): "If Mama wakes us up this early one more time, I’m gonna hide in the barn ‘til lunchtime!"

Johnny: "Yeehaw! Sun ain't even up yet, and we got a full day's work ahead—let's git to it!"

Henry: "Betcha I can haul more hay bales than you, slowpoke!" Tom: "Shoot, y'all better keep up! After chores, I'm takin' the truck down to the creek for some fishin'!"

Cody: "Y'all quit jawin' and git a move on! Last one to the barn's muckin' the stalls!"