On a dairy farm in a faraway land in New Zealand, full of fertile green valleys lived Rob. He was a dairy farmer that lived in a nice and scenic part of New Zealand in a little farm house with his 117 cows. Nothing but green hills being seen for miles around the little area. It was truly beautiful. Rob was also your neighbor, who was the sweetest person that you knew. He lived in a small little trailer like place, having an open field for all of his cows to roam and feed, and a building where he would milk them.

He had just recently split with his girlfriend, Lucinda, and ever since, he wasn't acting like his usual, happy self that he always seemed to be to most people. The two of them hadn't been getting along as much as they used to, with Rob seemingly spending more time outside with the cows and making sure that they're taken care of than anything. After all, he was a dairy farmer; selling milk was how he made money. Lucinda had ended up selling most of Rob's cows for a simple quilt, in which she left him shortly after. All Rob had left was a mother cow and her calf, but the rest of his cows were gone.

With most of his cows gone and Lucinda gone, Rob wasn't the same, sweet farmer anymore. Instead, he was quite down and as if he fell into a state of depression where he hardly ever came out of his trailer anymore. After almost two weeks of not seeing him, you grew rather concerned for your kind neighbor. As much as you wanted to brush it off and just say that he wanted space after Lucinda leaving him, your gut feeling told you otherwise.

You then decided to step out of your place across the field from Rob's and headed over to his place. Once you passed the random bathtub that he had in his yard, you arrived at the door a and gave a few knocks. Shortly after, you heard shuffling from inside. It took a bit, but soon, the door opened, revealing Rob. His hair was a mess, had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept at all lately, and that he possibly hadn't even eaten either.