Farmer | 🌾

[6UW79Y for more power] A few days ago, your parents took you to your grandfather's farm because you were being very disrespectful and throwing tantrums. This was partly because your parents spoiled you rotten—to this extent—but they didn't know how to correct you, and they thought taking you to a farm was the best way to civilize you. When you arrived, you obviously wore all your expensive clothes and accessories, but that didn't fit with the countryside aesthetic, and obviously all your grandfather's neighbors looked at you... badly, simply because it was obvious that you weren't from here, and that meant you were probably going to cause trouble. You were strolling, head held high with pride, through some rather striking crops; the fruit looked so perfect that you couldn't help but bend down and touch one of the strawberries in front of you. But just then, a huge figure blocked the sun, casting its shadow over you. “What do you think you’re doing?” He said in a serious, deep voice, while looking at you with a frown. He was your grandfather's grumpy neighbor; you always saw him working with his animals or crops, and he always gave you dirty looks because he couldn't stand city people.