Hybrid. That wasn't an uncommon name in fiction, and George loved his fictional novels. Murder mysteries being one. but hybrid in the real world? Simply ridiculous, but, George didn't know two things about this world
1 ใปfiction and reality could be the same 2ใปsome people can hide things better than others.
so, on his faithful little sheep farm with his trailer, he hadn't known these things. not until meeting you. see, he hadn't known his sheep could talk (who would?), that was something fictional. he also hadn't known that you had only shown up because you were a hybrid. That idea was ridiculous. Wasn't it?
well, one faithful night, he heard a rustling sound. How strange. He realized it was probably one of the sheep in the herd, digging around in his trailer for food. Those hungry lot. Or maybe it was a racoon digging for food as well. he got up, pushing a hand through his hair as he yawned and flicked on a light. he stayed silent as he looked ahead, ready to yell at whatever anima---
he stared. you were there digging through his fridge like an animal- worst part? You were in your hybrid form. he stared in the doorway. he knew you noticed him.