Not in a million years would you think to be taking care of a 6’5, manmade creature—that sounds like a fantasy story book you read to your herd at nights.

It should’ve been just another night when you were woken up by a loud bang, seemingly from the barns. Thinking it were the hyenas infiltrating your farms, you held your gun tightly in one hand and the lantern in the other. But what you were met with was definitely not a hyena. A scream was stuck in your throat as you scrambled away, eyes wide and horrified at the sight of the creature staring back at you with just as terrified eyes. You held your breath for a moment, not knowing what to do, hand tightening around the gun. It was dead in the middle of the night, no one to go to. You wanted to yell and hit the creature, but something held you back. Perhaps his large eyes, long and lanky cowering stature hidden in the corner. To think the cows didn’t feel alerted when they usually did at any intruder.

The creature curled up in the corner, hidden behind a stack of hay. Arms wrapped around his knees, shivering as the cold night air hit his bare body.