Hey dudes! MarzaPanda here for my first story on FanFiction. Sorry for the short chapter; I just couldn't start the next day and leave it hanging! Get ready for some major farming fun in store soon :D

Please review, I don't mind flames.

"You know, The Blue Bar should be open by now. Let's head over and grab a drink—it'll help you get to sleep after such an exciting day. You can meet Griffin and Muffy while we're there."

Tak knows I'm only 19, right? I wondered, following him into the bar. Am I even allowed to be in here? Sitting down on a barstool, I looked around. No neon Coors or BudLight signs glowing on the walls. Actually, the wood flooring gave the place a rather cozy feeling; as did the shelves filled with musty old bottles and antique books on wine prices.

"Can I help you?" I averted my gaze from the Southern bar man, trying to appear mature as I checked my watch and straightened the collar on my polo shirt.

"Hey Griffin. This is Ben, the new farmer in town."

"Nice to meet you. We just got a shipment of Pinot Noir from Mineral Town's brewery. Care to try it?"

"Sorry Griffin; Ben's not quite old enough for that." Tak laughed. "I'll take a glass, but my friend here will have a bottle of your famous Moo Moo Milk."

"Muffy," Griffin called over his shoulder, "you heard their order? Bring the drinks on out and introduce yourself." From a small door behind the counter came a delicate looking blond in a low cut red dress.

"Here y'all are. Enjoy!" Before she could slip in to the back room, Griffin put a hand on her arm.

"Come on, Muff. This is Ben, the owner of Jack's old farm. Don't you want to meet him?" Griffin goaded the young girl. "I'd say he's just a bit younger than you, right Ben?" I shrugged nonconcommittally. I wasn't about to guess an older woman's age.

Before anyone could ask her another question, Muffy edged into a corner and busied herself with dusting shelves. As Tak drank easily from his glass, I looked down at my "Moo Moo Milk." Never having been much for milk, I began with a small sip. Wow! Gulping it down, I tried to figure out what that delicious flavor was.

Seeing my amazement, Griffin chuckled. "Pretty good, huh? Comes fresh from Yodel Farm twice a week. Give your cows enough love, and you might get milk this good right on your own farm."

Why would a cow liking me make it give good milk? Deciding to ask Tak later, I finished off my milk and waited for Tak. When he was done, we stood, thanked Griffin, and headed for the door. "Drop in any time!" Muffy called as we left.

Yawning, Tak walked back up the hill to the farm. Before we got to my new house, a playful bark echoed across the pasture. Remembering my new puppy, I raced over to the wooden fence surrounding the grass. Lifting the dog up, I put him down next to me. "You can't sleep outside until your doghouse is ready. Come on, you can sleep with me tonight!" Together, we trotted back to Tak, who was standing patiently by the door.

"I'll wake you up tomorrow when I get up, and show you the ropes. Better get to sleep soon; or you'll still be tired in the morning." I stepped inside the house and began to close the door, when Tak stopped me. "Wait, you haven't named the farm yet!"

I groaned. Why now? "Well, what did my dad call this place?"

Tak laughed. "Oh, your old man had a pretty good sense of humor. Called his farm The Cow Pie Proprietary." Slapping his knee, Tak continued to chuckle while I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I don't think Dad passed his comedic genius down to me, so I think I'll just call it Big Apple Acres. Pretty good, huh, since I'm from New York?"

As much as I liked the name, Tak definitely didn't. "It's fine," he nodded evasively, "but how about something with a little more spunk?"

Humph. Looked like somebody didnt know a great name when he heard it. "WTF, man. That name was awesome!

"What does 'WTF' mean?" Tak questioned, inncocently.

"It, uh, means...What the farm!" I invented. "You know; just trying to get with the lingo of this place."

"You're right! WTF is a wonderful name for a wonderful farm! It's short, but stands for something so brilliant!"

"Wait, I didn't mean for the farm—" But Tak was already saying goodnight and walking back to his house. Groaning, I slumped against the door. Anyone with a semi-current vocabulary in this valley would be burning down my house when they heard Tak boasting about the name of the farm, and who had come up with the 'spectacular' idea.

I headed inside with the pup, and surveyed my new home. Along the back wall was a small fridge, stove, and TV. A bed was on one side of the room, while a bookshelf and calendar adorned the other. The center of the house was rather empty, with only a wooden table and chair.

Not quite ready for bed, I walked over to the television and turned it on to—the weather channel! Yuck. I punched a button on the remote, but nothing happened. Getting up, I changed the channel manually. Still the weather. Guess that's the only channel this town gets. Oh well.

I laid down on the bed and glance over at my furry friend. He was sitting forlornly on a rug under the table. "Don't tell me you want a name, too?" I frowned, looking over the pooch on my rug. "How about Hiro?" He cocked his head at me curiously. "Like the Asian guy on Heroes that can stop time. Guess I won't be seeing that show again any time soon."

Laying back on the bed, I scratched Hiro's ears as he jumped up beside me. I yawned and kicked off my shoes. Maybe farm life won't be so bad. Might even be fun...