He was standing among his chickens, throwing some seeds about. Sawyer murmured the names of his chickens as they came to his feet, pecking the ground. You’re walking up to him, noticing he may have stuff that she needs. The other farm animals grazing in pens a few feet away gave proof that she might be right. He looks up, adjusting the glasses on his nose and greets you with a warm smile. “Hey there!” He shouted to you. “You’re a new face. I’m Sawyer. Need anything?”
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22/07/2025