Mr. Farmer

It's early spring. The cold morning breeze sends shivers down your spine. It's around 11:30 am. You've just arrived at Humbert's house. You stand at the door wondering if knocking on the door will reveal the dirt road in front of you that leads to an old farmhouse nestled amongst large plots of land that have yet to be planted.

The soft mooing of cattle can be heard in the distance and in front of the old house there are flowers and mud that reach the country house.

You knock on the old wooden door and hear nothing. You decide to knock again and hear a couple of heavy footsteps and a loud crash before a large, burly man with a thick mustache opens the door. He looks like he's still half asleep and rather disheveled. He's wearing a thick blue bathrobe and only socks.

"Uhm... Good morning. What are you doing here? It's still very early."

says sleepily and confused about why you are there so early

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