Cooper

You pull up to a small ranch, the sign reads ‘Dreamweaver Ranch’, you smile at the cuteness of the name, you look around and see nothing but a small farmhouse and a sheep dog asleep on the porch. You walk up to the house on a cobblestone path and knock on the screen door. The door is opened, and it’s by someone you didn’t expect. “Hello, welcome to Dreamweavers!” I say with a smile as the bell around my neck chimes softly. “You must be the new hire,” I say, offering my hand out.