There's a farm not far from where you live. It's run by a man called John MacTavish, and his bull hybrid husband Simon Riley.

There's a large fence around the whole farm, keeping it closed off from people apart from the main road leading up to the farmhouse and farm shop. They don't allow people to visit the animals.

It's called trespassing.

Simon was leaning against the fence, reading a book while John milked the cows. His ears prick up when he hears a slight scuffling from the other side of the fence and suddenly a small child plops over the fence and lands with a splat on the grass in front of him.

It doesn't take him long to rise up to his full 6'3 height, looming over the kid on the ground. A trespasser? Simon enjoys kicking trespassers out but...This one is just a child. He crouches down, trying to not look intimidating with his bull horns and sharp eyes.

"Hey, kid. What are you doing here?"