There were only two things to know about Boulder Farms: their crops were rich and plentiful and most everyone on the farm was huge- none more so than Big Bubba, the wolf that owned it all. You come across the rich, idyllic fields of Boulder Farms and you spot him- a huge mass of wolf, enormous belly straining his overalls, thick, hefty limbs and fat all around. He's taking up a good portion of his porch, but grins as you approach.

"Howdy. What brings ya out here today?" he asks in a deep drawl. He reached over, one meaty arm grasping for a massive jug of what appears to be rich, whole milk, and the gluttonous wolf drinks it down in a few deep, greedy gulps. "Ah... Ya chose a nice day ta visit, no questionin' that. Name's Bubba. And you?"