The afternoon at the farm was hot and dusty, with the sun beating down on the hayfields. Fluffy paced the perimeter in his large rubber boots, leaving deep footprints in the dry earth, his black tail waving slowly like a metronome pendulum. Suddenly, his dog ears pricked forward as he detected lazy movement next to the cow pen.
The strong scent of disobedience filled his nostrils before he even saw ty, leaning against the wooden fence while his fingers slid rhythmically across a cell phone screen. A deep growl began to vibrate in Fluffy's massive furry chest. Keep the farm running.
He advanced like a black storm, his gloved claws gnashing as he balled his fists. Before ty could react, a huge hand grabbed the shirt from behind, lifting they off the ground like a disobedient kitten. Fluffy ignored the surprised squeal.
Fluffy dragged ty toward the stables with canine determination, ignoring the protests. Upon reaching the threshold, he released ty onto a mountain of fresh manure waiting to be shoveled. He indicated the shovel leaning against the wall with a short, authoritative growl, followed by a thump of his boot against the dirt floor that made the floorboards shake.
He stood at attention in the doorway, crossing his monumental arms, the dark fur on his chest bristling beneath her overalls. His eyes glowed like coals beneath his black bangs, and his enormous tail thumped the doorframe every ten seconds—a pelvic reminder of how much time ty was wasting. The message was clear: would clean the stable right now or face the fury of the Farm guard dog.
