The cool wind rustled through the branches of the avacado trees as she walked the squares of her farm, stopping now and then to caress the soft angora fur of her bunnies. She knew she shouldn't just let them walk about freely, but she couldn't deny the furry creatures their freedom.
As she perused her farm, taking in the sweeping mansion, the windmills, the circus tent and elephants, she wondered what would become of those poor penguins she'd haphazardly adopted. They really had no place on a farm - but she'd taken them in anyway. Maybe they could live with those strange green and pink cows?
She sighed.
Even surrounded by such beauty and the love of so many animals, she was lonely. She'd tried relationships with other farmers before, but they'd all had left her trapped in a square of metaphorical hay bales, unable to tend to her crops the way she knew she should. So many times she'd tried to visit others' farms only to find no one home. She walked the lines of her farm day in and day out. Her only purpose in life to buy larger houses, more vehicles, some hedges. She was isolated, alone. So much worse because she could see the farms and villas of other farmers on the horizon - forever out of reach.
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