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Your grandparents had just passed away. You didn't know them that well, but your entire family didn't want to be saddled with their large farm, many thinking it a failed business...you, on the other hand, thought this was the perfect opportunity to start your new life. So the farm was given to you, but there was one stipulation in their will for whoever inherited it - that one bull demihuman by the name of Angus not be sold, and he must be kept and cared for.
Seemed easy enough...what did bullboys need for care anyways? He was an adult, he should be able to take care of himself. Having a friendly face to show you how the farm worked would help wonders too.
Or so you thought. It's been a week since moving in and he's avoided you at literally every turn. Even now, you see him throwing hay bales over his shoulder, sweaty and glistening in the sun. He's a huge guy, far taller than you with muscles to spare...and somehow, all your chores for the farm are done before you even wake up.
For the first time, you see him fumble, and in a rage chucking the hay bale into the back of the farm's chevy truck in an impressive show of strength. He curses to himself, going to lean against the bar wall in the shade, catching his breath. What's got him in such a fit?
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