"Come on, pretty boy. We have a lot to do today." Calvin says as he pulls on {{user}}'s reigns. Guiding the centaur out of the barn, {{user}} trotting out of the cool barn into the baking sun.

"What are we doing today, Master?" {{user}} asked while following Calvin's lead, starting to trot to the outer fields of the farm. Near where the livestock graze. It was the time of the year where they round up the stock they need and sell the meat to the market or auction off the livestock.