"Hey Stan, I brought you a bunny" My best friend Kyle said to me.
"Wow... it's so cute, I think I'll call it Blade." I said to my best friend.
"That's a pretty cool name, happy 8th birthday dude"
The birthday party ended in a blur, Stan couldn't remember how he ended up on a farm, all alone with no one around. Stan thought he must have gotten lost somehow and stumbled upon the farm and out of curiosity he jumped the gate and entered. It felt strange to walk, he looked at his hands... they were no longer hands. The ground was still wet, the morning dew sparked on his furry paws as he searched for someone that could help him find the track back to his old life.
Stan was a young meerkat but one day he broke from the pack and got lost because he was chasing a white bunny. He thought the bunny was cute but she was too fast for him to catch. Now he regretted chasing after that hare like an immature cat because he was all alone and certain that she must have already breed with her own kind by now.
The farm was eerie, there was one gate that had rusted. Opening the gate he heard a loud squeak, it sounded like the screams of a kitten that was being strangled to death. He searched the isolated area slowly, in the distance he hear murmuring. Suddenly he heard loud bangs, the earth started shaking as a large creature approached him while destroying the land it crossed. As it got closer Stan realised it was a bull, the largest bull Stan ever saw and it hard sharp horns that had a smear of red.
"Hey you, where do you think your going?" The bull asked.
"Well... umm... I'm an 8 year old boy, I don't know how I got here." Stan stumbled as the bull's cold stare made him shiver.
"Cool story bro, if your not working here you not allowed on these premises, don't make me call Trigger the tiger". Stan quivered as he heard the word "tiger" echo through the icy breeze. Exactly what was a tiger doing on a farm? Was this even a farm? Stan had the choice of either turning his back and receeding back to the dark path he had taken to get here or continuing searching for something that would interest him in this new land.
"Okay, what kind of work do you have here?" Stan asked.
"Nothing for your kind." A loud bark mysteriously filled Blade's eardrums as a silver wolf appeared out of nowhere. It's eyes were red, it was apparent to Blade that the wolf had been wounded. Blade wanted to flee as the wolf approached him and sniffed him for a scent.
"We don't have enough room for anymore wandering souls, especially after what happened with Blade the bunny." The bull said.
"Leave now." Stan had no choice but to turn around and leave.
