John was just about done with his duties on the farm, and with the flick of his wide brimmed hat, he looked over to a far away stable — perhaps he should go and check it out for once, it mainly held crops.

Just to make sure everything was okay.

Pebbles flung from under his boots as he walked, hands on his thick belt; with one, burly hand, he creaked the large, stable door open and peaked inside.