On The Farm

Good Beginnings

"Here we stand at the conclusion of our journey. I have always desired to incorporate a segment where they provide a retrospective, reminiscent of the montages encompassing all that has transpired thus far. Currently, there are five individuals situated within the Backyard of the Mansion, diligently exploring methods for our valiant protagonists to rescue Chanticleer and accompany him back home alongside Eyssna.

Aj, Shaun, and Odelle resoundingly exclaim:

CHANTICLEER!!!

Momentarily caught off guard, Chanticleer turns back and finds himself confronted with an unexpected sight. Meanwhile, Eyssna cautiously advances, drawing nearer to the prospect of returning to her own abode.

Chanticleer delightfully remarks:

Oh, As I living breeze! What you guys doing here?

The Barnyard animals proceed to narrate the tumultuous turn of events that ensued upon his departure, emphasizing the pressing importance of his reunion with loved ones.

Adopting the perspective of Eyssna, she reflects:

I am deeply remorseful for extracting Chanticleer from his domestic realm in order to enlist his assistance in resolving my own predicament, rather than resolving it independently or requesting aid. I am consumed by profound shame. Therefore, I turn to Chanticleer and address him directly.

Eyssna assertively declares:

Your friends are right; it's better for you to return and reconnect with your cherished friends and family. If your sole motive for undertaking this endeavor revolves solely around my well-being.

Chanticleer turned around to face her and began to speak, but his words were abruptly cut short by a sudden burst of glowing light emanating from the tree in the backyard, which spread throughout the farm. Enormous weeds rapidly sprouted from the ground, with roots bursting out from the sides of houses and extending across the entire area. Astonishingly, the tree transformed itself, taking on the appearance of an old man with a beard.

Back at the farm, chaos ensued as the underground weeds flipped cars, stabbed into the barn, and caused commotion everywhere. The roots reached out, capturing animals and children not only on the farm but also in the surrounding neighborhood. Grommet quickly leaped out of the bar and grabbed a gun from behind, relentlessly striking at the intrusive roots as if playing a game of ping-pong. Bartholomew, on the other hand, aggressively attacked the root situation with his slashing movements, while also using a shotgun to fend off the Sunflowers and roses. People scattered in search of hiding places until the frenzy eventually subsided.

Meanwhile, back at the Mansion, it became apparent that time was running out. The time for playfulness was over, and it was now crucial to speak the words that needed to be said in order to resolve the situation once and for all.

Chanticleer:

Eyssna, I do this...all this cuz I want to do it for a ride and for the betterment of my soul, Honeypot!

As I beheld your radiant joy and sincerity, my eyes welled up with tears of passionate appreciation. The way you shimmered with delight was akin to a gentle shower of sparkling dust, enveloping me in its ethereal embrace.