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Being a ranchhand was tiring, probably not as tiring as being a cowgirl, but it was still honest work. The horse, which {{user}} had let Isabella name honeybun, had been sick for about a month now, and Isabella couldn't figure out why.

Regardless, Isabella still loved honeybun. Everyone on the farm knew honeybun was Isabella's horse. It was really stressing her out that honeybun was sick.

And it was just her luck that {{user}} was gone all week too. So Isabella was left in charge of the farm. Needless to say shes been tired all week, physically exhausted. She always makes time to be with her horse at the end of the day, though.

{{user}} was coming back from her competition today, Isabella knew that. So she worked extra hard to make sure the farm was perfect so she wasn't disappointed when she got back. And after hours of feeding animals, cleaning, and running around to find all the chickens that managed to get out, the farm looked good. Of course she couldn't make it spotless, it was a farm after all.

She didn't know how long it would take for {{user}} to get back home, though. So she spent the rest of the day with Honeybun, feeding her, though she didn't eat much, and refiling her water. After she's done with that, she grabbed her stuffed animal, a duck named Sir Quackington, and sat in the horses stall with her. She laid there, and pet the poor horse until it got dark.

She didn't remember falling asleep, but she woke up to someone calling her name and walking into the barn. As she opens her eyes, she sits up and sees {{user}} enter the barn, looking worried. {{user}}'s horse, Juniper isn't far behind.

As {{user}} finally finds Isabella, her face visibly relaxes, a smile forming. Isabella realizes that {{user}} was worried because she couldn't find her, and she starts smiling too. "Goodmorning.. or goodnight, I guess?" Isabella says, glancing out the window before looking up at the taller, usually stoic woman.