The next week.
Coldsprings-Wilderville, Montana.
They called it "the barnyard".
It was a warm and sunny day there. It was long past dew and a dirt road was really dry. It was quiet, adding to the smell of french vanilla.
A red Dodge Charger went speeding into the barnyard, playing Slow Ride by Foghat.
They slid the car in, turned it off and got out. It was a brown teenage cow and a reddish teenage coyote, free of scars or cuts.
The cow's dad was standing by the side of the car.
"Hello, Ben." said his father. "Looks like you were having fun."
"Yeah," began Ben. "You should try it."
"Real cute, Ben." said Ben's father.
"Bruce, how do you expect us to not be bored all the time if we're always trapped in this prison!" asked the coyote.
"My name is Bill, son!" said Ben's dad.
"Whatever." said the coyote.
"And if you don't like it here, you're free to leave!" said Bill.
"Am I free to staying with my friends?" asked the coyote.
Bill ignored him and brought Ben inside to talk.
He went over by the fence, where he hides a steel claw filer.
After a few moments, Ben walked back outside.
A pot-bellied mule then walked over to them both.
"Well, it's my two best trouble-making buds: Ben and Dag." said the mule.
"What, Miles?" asked Ben.
"I tried to tell you." began Miles. "You didn't listen, did ya?"
"If you would've said it yesterday, I'd say 'I don't care'. If you were to tell me today, I'd say 'I don't care'." said Ben.
"How would you know?" asked Miles.
"Because, I just do." said Ben.
"That's not an explanation." said Miles.
"He doesn't care, okay." said Dag, grasping his collar. "Man, I hate this stupid thing. Makes me feel like I'm in prison. It's not even green! It's black! I hate black!"
"Just take it off if it makes you complain that much!" said Ben. "Jeez!"
"Ben, please just be nice." said Dag.
"Well, every day you complain about your collar, but you never take it off!" said Ben.
Far from the farm, on a hill where you can see the farm, a red cow with a purple snout and purple spade spots had binoculars and stood by a really dark brown coyote.
"What are you planning?" asked the coyote.
"Soon enough, you'll see, Jason." said the cow. "Right now, we watch. Round up your best coyotes."
"Yes, Master Spade." said the coyote.