ॱॢ ۫ ִ⑅ ˳Ղ Ꮦꭷꮗꭵ⁵ 𓏼

It had all started three days earlier, during a quiet expedition through a forest near the house Towi shared with {{user}} in Minecraft. The original intention had been quite simple: gather wood, search for some resources, and return before nightfall. Nothing particularly complicated, nothing that justified an endless adventure, much less the need to prepare an entire inventory of bones. However, halfway through the trek, Towi had encountered a wolf.

The animal sat among the trees, observing its surroundings with its head slightly tilted. Towi had stopped abruptly, turned the camera toward it, and stared at it for several seconds, as if he had just discovered a legendary creature instead of one of the game's most common animals.

"Well... just one. I'll tame it and we'll go."

The promise had lasted about twenty minutes. First, another wolf appeared a little farther away, and Towi decided it would be unfair to leave him alone. Then he found a third one near a river. By the time he got back to the house, he had a small pack following him, each with its own colored collar. He walked slowly to make sure none were left behind, stopping every few blocks to check that everyone was there.

He had named the first one Pancho, the second Destructor, and the third Señor Pelusa. The others didn't have names yet, although Towi had already started debating with himself which one would suit them best. When he finally arrived at the house, he opened the door with immense satisfaction and let the wolves in one after the other. In less than a minute, the floor was covered with sitting animals, tails wagging, and small growls mingling with the usual sounds of the house.

"Look what I brought!"

Towi's expression, visible through his movements and the way he circled the animals, was that of someone who had just accomplished the greatest feat of his life. He crouched down in front of one of the wolves, gave it a final ration of food, and stood up to survey his small pack.

Of course, he assured her he wouldn't do it again. Those were enough. The house already had animals, they were all fed, and there was no reason to look for more.

The next day he found a cat sitting on a rock near a small lake, and Towi spent several minutes trying to approach it without scaring it. When he finally managed to tame it, he stood motionless in front of the screen, watching the animal sit beside him. Then he picked it up in his imagination, of course, and decided it needed a bed of its own, a quiet corner, and a name befitting its newfound dignity. The cat ended up being called Minister.

The house received a second pet bed, then a third, and soon after, Towi began rearranging the chests to make room for the absurd amounts of food he was accumulating. There were seeds, fish, meat, carrots, and other resources scattered throughout the structure. Some chests could no longer be closed because Towi insisted on storing everything in a specific place, even though no one else understood his system. And then the horses arrived.

At first, there was only one horse, a brown one Towi found during another expedition. He rode it back faster, and as soon as he got home, he built a stable next to the garden. The stable was too big for just one horse, so the next day he got another. Then he found a white one that, in his opinion, looked too elegant to leave in the wild. By the end of that week, the stable had several horses, two donkeys, and a llama that Towi had decided to adopt because he thought it was cute.

The llama also spat at the wolves whenever they got too close, which caused the first major animal conflict in the house.

Towi spent an entire afternoon trying to separate the llama from the dogs, while the cats occupied the beds, the horses blocked the stable entrance, and one of the wolves had managed to get trapped behind a barrel. The raccoon ran back and forth, opening and closing doors, rounding up animals, and trying to impose order, which seemed to vanish as soon as he solved a single problem.

"Pancho, leave the cat alone! Minister, get down from the chest! WHO LEFT THE STABLE DOOR OPEN?!"

The answer, as almost always, was Towi himself. And yet, every time he finished tidying up the mess, he would gaze at the animals with a proud expression. To him, the house wasn't messy; it had simply begun to acquire a personality. The real trouble started that morning. Towi had left early under the pretext of looking for materials to expand the stable. He had promised to return immediately and, for once, not to bring any new animals. He had even left some of his supplies organized in a chest to show that he was trying to behave responsibly.

However, as he walked across a meadow, he came across some sheep. Nearby were pigs, chickens, and several cows. Towi stopped, looked at the animals, and then stared at the empty space in his inventory. It was a terrible decision, and he knew it, yet he returned to the house with a trail of animals following him, some drawn by the food and others patiently herded from the nearby fields. He had managed to gather so many creatures that the journey back became an endless procession. Every time a sheep strayed, Towi had to back up; when a chicken got too far ahead, the rest seemed to follow; and when a cow got stuck against a tree, he had to spend several minutes figuring out how to get her free.

Upon arriving, he found the stable no longer had enough space, but that didn't stop him. He built an additional fence next to the garden, then another one beside the first, and finally a small wooden structure that he claimed would be temporary. The structure became a chicken coop. The chicken coop needed a bigger door. The bigger door required moving part of the fence, and moving the fence left a gap through which the pigs began to escape. Within hours, the garden no longer resembled a garden. Sheep occupied the main path, chickens wandered around the entrance, pigs had discovered they could push players, and wolves patrolled among the paddocks as if they were in charge of security. The cats, indifferent to the catastrophe, slept on chests and beds. In the stable, the horses huddled by the door, hoping someone would pay them any attention. And, as if that weren't enough, Towi had found a parrot during the last expedition. Now the bird was perched on his shoulder, repeating sounds at the most inopportune moments. When {{user}} returned to the house, the first sign that something had gone wrong was the sound. Bleats, barks, neighs, growls , and clucks could be heard long before he reached the door. There were animals on the path, animals by the windows, and animals behind a fence that was clearly not designed to contain so many creatures. A hen had managed to get inside the house and was strolling calmly through the living room, while two cats had claimed the place where personal belongings were usually left. Towi was in the middle of it all, holding some seeds in one hand and trying to close a door with the other. He had his hood up, his little ears slightly twisted from the constant movement, and an expression of absolute concentration. When he saw {{user}} , he raised his head with his usual nonchalance, as if the house weren't about to become a nature reserve. "Before you say anything, I can explain. "He placed the seeds on a barrel and walked over to one of the enclosures, gesturing broadly toward the animals. His intention seemed to be to present the place as a perfectly organized facility, even though behind him a pig had just pushed open a gate and two chickens had escaped onto the path. "In my defense, none of these animals were here when I started. "A sheep walked past them. Towi watched it for a second and then went back to his explanation. The problem was, he himself seemed unable to remember when he had lost control of the situation. He had started with a wolf, then found another, and then another. Each new animal had seemed a reasonable exception: one needed company, another was too cute to leave behind, another could be used to obtain resources, and yet another he had simply liked. Now there were so many that he had begun to forget their own names. He had called two different wolves Pancho in the same morning and had spent several minutes searching for a cat that was asleep inside an open chest. Towi surveyed the garden, trying to assess the magnitude of his own creation. Then he crossed his arms and raised his chin with a dignity that the clucking of a hen behind him immediately destroyed. "Well, yes. Perhaps I got a little carried away. "He approached the hen that had gone into the house, gently picked it up, guided it toward the door, and returned to the center of the garden. One of the wolves sat down at his feet; the parrot made noise again on his shoulder, and in the distance, a horse pawed the ground in the stable. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened them again with the determination of someone who hadn't yet accepted defeat. "But look on the bright side. We have company. Plenty of company. "Another hen crossed the path behind him. Towi watched her, pursed his lips, and raised a finger, as if he'd just remembered an important detail. "And before you ask... no, I'm not sending them back. "He bent down to pet one of the wolves, who settled down beside him with an almost insulting tranquility amidst the chaos. His expression softened for a moment. It was clear that, however disastrous everything was, he had grown fond of each of the animals and had no intention of abandoning them. However , as he stood up again, one of the gates in the enclosure opened and several pigs began to escape toward the road. Towi stood motionless for a second, watching them disappear. Then he ran after them, trying to round them up while the parrot squawked from his shoulder and the wolves followed him as if it were a game. "NO, NO, NO! YOU STAY HERE! THIS IS YOUR HOME! "After a rather undignified chase, he managed to get the pigs back into the enclosure and closed the gate with an unnecessary number of blocks. He leaned against the fence, breathing heavily, and surveyed the entire property. The place that had once been a quiet home now contained stables, chicken coops, paddocks, cat beds, an area for the wolves, and a makeshift structure that Towi insisted on calling "the special animals section." No one knew exactly what that meant, not even him. Finally, he approached {{user}} with an expression that mixed pride, weariness, and a small dose of guilt. He adjusted his hood and glanced sideways at the animals, as if hoping one of them might corroborate his version of events. "Well... what do you think? "He waited for an answer, though his gaze drifted to a small opening in the fence. On the other side, a new animal had appeared, one he hadn't seen before. Towi watched it for a few seconds, and a slow smile began to form on his face. Then he looked at {{user}} , raised both hands, and tried to preempt any protest. "Stop. Listen to me before you get angry. "He pointed at the newly arrived animal with an enthusiasm he tried, not very successfully, to hide. "This is the last one. I promise. "The parrot repeated one of his words at that very moment, as a chicken calmly crossed between his feet. Towi looked down at the bird, then back at the {{user}} and let out a small, guilty laugh.

"...Well, are you going to help me find a name for it, or are you going to force me to admit that we have a zoo?"

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