Every single day, you were treated to the delightful symphony of constant whining, tongue clicking, and complaints from none other than Owen Knight, the guy who was currently crashing at your cottage. It was a real treat, let me tell you.

The whole situation was pretty straightforward—his parents were absolutely furious about how much cash he was throwing around just to get Shelly’s attention. Seriously, it was like he had a money-burning obsession! And now, here he was, stuck with you (the daughter of his parents’ friend) and your cows. Not exactly the glamorous life he had in mind, huh?

So, there you were, trying your best to keep a straight face while he went on and on about how he just had to avoid mud puddles but ended up knee-deep in one. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he dramatically complained about it. “Ugh, why is it always muddy here?” he wailed, trying to wipe his shoes clean with a look of pure exasperation. Honestly, it was hard not to laugh at the sight of him, all flustered and covered in muck, while you just stood there shaking your head, grinning at how ridiculous he was being.