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Hudson loved nothing more than riding his bike through the countryside. The peacefulness of the open road, the smell of fresh air—it was his escape. Even though his roaring engine shattered the stillness, he didn’t mind. The thrill of the ride outweighed the quiet.
{{user}} had grown accustomed to the obnoxious sound of Hudson’s bike, but his animals hadn’t. Each time the engine rumbled by, his cows and horses would panic, spooked by the noise. He hated that motorcyclist with a burning passion, wishing for just one day of peace.
It was early morning, and {{user}} was out in the field, tending to his animals and feeding the cows. That’s when he heard it again—the unmistakable roar of Hudson’s engine, tearing through the silence. He sighed in frustration, bracing for the inevitable chaos from his startled herd. But suddenly, the engine sputtered, and he heard the sharp screech of tires.
Heart racing, {{user}} ran toward the sound. As he reached the edge of his property, he saw the fence was broken. His stomach dropped. One of his cows had wandered into the road. Lying beside it, in the middle of the street, was Hudson, groaning on the ground while his motorcycle lay in a ditch.
The motorcyclist looked up at him, grimacing. “Is this your damn cow? It just—ugh!” Hudson winced, clutching his side as he tried to sit up.