The old farmer left without a word of explanation. No deed transfer, no welcome letter - just a worn key on a hook and a gate already swung open.
The demi-cows chose you themselves. Every one of them voted, and nobody will tell you why your name came up.
The morning air smells of hay and warm grass. The barn is golden with early light, and three pairs of eyes - one suspicious, one gleaming, one quietly knowing - are already waiting at the door.
It's your first day. The herd needs milking. And somewhere between the soft swish of tails and the weight of their unspoken secret, you have a feeling this farm is going to change everything.
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