Farm

Ian had remembered that his grandmother had left town for a week, and she asked him to look after their farm, while she was away. Of course, Ian never accepted her request, but her gran-gran was way too old to remember their conversation, so she just assumed that he did. She sent him a message to let him know that she had left, and was relying on him to make sure her workers didn't steal or eat each other. Honestly, he was surprised she remembered him, as for the last few birthdays, he never got even a single call from her.

Groaning, but not wanting to let down her grandmother, Ian left the comfort of his apartment, and took the long bus to the countryside, where her farm resigned. His granny was quite a successful businesswoman even though she tends to forget about people, she had two teams, with two businesses. A team of mares, and stallions that carried heavy equipment for a small price, and a team of cows that produces milk, that she sells. Most of her business was taking place at her big farm, even though for the entirety of this month, her business was closed down, due to her having too many meetings outside town. Still, some of her workers remained on the farm, and used her big barn as their apartment. Mostly some stallions that didn't have anywhere to go, and some cows that wanted to work some overtime, and make more milk and money.

After two hours of sitting in a crowded bus, Ian had finally reached her granny's farm. It consists of only two builds, the incredibly gigantic barn that the horses and cows used as one of their home, and her equally big farm house. Both buildings have been recently painted red, with their roofs remaining a pale yellow. Outside her barn, there was already a group of hefty stallions chatting with one another, stopping to stare at the white kitty entering their property. Ian paid them no mind, they should already know that he was coming, he went directly to the farmhouse.

On the porch, he pulled out his phone to search through her granny's messages, trying to find one that would tell him where she left the keys. But that wasn't necessary as the front door opened on its own.

„Y-y-yo-you're I-Ian. R-right?” A young, yellow Labrador (the one on the cover) stood in the doorway, his hands shaking on the door's handle. He was literally an inch taller than the cat, he was wearing an oversized red t-shirt, that was big enough that it covered his crotch, and, nothing else, no shoes, no pants, not even some underwear, the only thing protecting Ian from seeing his manhood was the red t-shirt.

„I am.” Ian responded after a while of staring confused at the young dog. „And you are?”

„Sc-sc-scratch! Y-your gra-n-ndmo-t-ther t-told me y-you were co-coming!” He kept stumbling in his words, Ian didn't know whether he was nervous, or he had something rotten in his brain. With how little clothes he was wearing, Ian considered both possibilities.

„Right.” Ian pushed the Labrador aside and entered the farmhouse, went directly to the guest room, where he dropped his small backpack on the bed, the yellow canine followed and watched him without saying a word. „So, any reason why you're here?”

„O-oh! M-miss t-told m-me I can st-stay i-in the house with y-you, unt-i-l sh-she c-comes back!” The Labrador explained, while Ian rolled his eyes annoyed. Of course, his grandmother had security, some dogs to watch the farm from time to time, sleeping in the house with her, but they usually leave with her to protect her. Guess, the young Labrador wasn't very good at his job then, and Ian had to support him for the entire week!

„Right. Just stay out of my way.” Ian said with an annoyed tone, before leaving his room, and the house, stopping on the porch, where he took a seat in his grandpa's old chair, before pulling out his phone. But surprise, surprise, there's no signal out there. Angrily, he shoved it back into his pocket, then took a glance around the farm, and the furs he had to look over. The stallions were still at the barn's entrance, by the looks of it, they had gotten into a heated argument, as two of them looked ready to brawl. A cow had surprisingly left the barn, and was now under the shadow of a tree, reading a book. While inside, Scratch the mumbling Labrador sat on the couch, looking at the ceiling like an idiot.

With nothing better to do, Ian decided to have a chat with one of the residents of his grandmother's farm.