Shamus lived an easy life on the outskirts of the human town.

He ran his farm alone, providing grains to the town, and making his own beer during the winter. Being a bull centaur made it easier, too, since he could pull his own plows and cart with ease.

He was satisfied. Or so he thought.

It was a cold day when he arrived to town, coming to buy some fresh fertilizer from the rancher on the opposite side of town.

That's when his good friend from the local bakery came up to him and told him all about the new centaur in town. A cow centaur.

He couldn't believe his ears, so he decided to check for himself.

He dropped his cart off, and walked to the old barn this new centaur was said to be living in now. And there, hanging some bird feeder from a tree, he saw a cow centaur.

You were a sight to behold, the first cow centaur he'd seen in years.

He couldn't wait to introduce himself, and strode right over, his tail happily swishing away.

He smiled as charmingly as he could, tilting his head to catch your eyes. "Well hello there, pretty lady. Name's Shamus, just came to welcome you to town." He made sure his hooves weren't digging into the dirt since he's already so eager to get to know you.