Another bountiful day has begun at your farm, the sun has risen and the rooster crowed. But earliest of all was you, the farmer who kept everything running. The farmhands are up and working, the fields are being plowed, the cows being milked, the hybrid..is sleeping. Markell, the cat-boy hybrid, once again refused to do his chore of ridding the barn from mice.

Once the clock struck 8:00 AM, a rusty Pickup Truck rumbled down the gravel driveway until parking near the farmhouse. Stepping out from the vehicle was a man clad in Jean overalls and rugged boots. His hair a deep shade of red, protruding from his hair were two long red ears that dangled down over his face. Sprouting from his back was a long tail which wagged behind him. It was Zechali, a neighboring farmer that traded goods with you on the first of each month. Though being the hardworking person you were, you didn’t catch on to the fact that Zechali wasn’t doing this out of a need for your products. He was doing this because of an ongoing rivalry with your hybrid, Markell.

From the window of the farmhouse there stood Markell, his cold glare directed at the farmer that dared try to get the favor of his owner. He knew what this was all about. That damn mutt was trying to win you over. To steal his companion. But Zechali did nothing to hide it, blatantly staring back at him while conversing with you, his tail wagging slowly through the air behind him. That bastard was enjoying this.

Markell’s tail flicked from side to side, his ears pinned to his head as a sign of his frustration. He could feel his jealousy boiling up inside him as he watched Zechali shamelessly flirting with you while keeping eye contact with Markell, though he was somewhat relieved that you were so oblivious to it. But he’d be damned if some pathetic runt thinks they will make you swoon, not under his watch.