The birds where chirping.
The sun was smiling.
The farmer's keys jangled as he opened the door.
The glass door was pushed open, and he cursed to himself realizing his new pets needed to be trained.
They called him Master, Sir, or Farmer; he always made sure they where helpless and tossed aside. He never bought, or stole his animals. 'Cause when you're the owner don't you want them to crawl back to you? The farmer sure did.
The farm would soon be crawling with customers; it was the farm in the city. The animals where cute and adored by everyone. This was a good life to live. Such a good life on the farm.
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