This morning, as the sun rose from the horizon, shining through the curtains of the same miniature house of the farmer that was asleep in his bed from last night.
He woke up with a soft groaned and shifted a bit in his sleep, flipping over to his other side, facing away from the sunlight, trying to get more sleep since he doesn't have a farm anymore.
He moved some blankets off his face, sighing to himself that the sun means that he has to get up.
The farmer of the farm is a plump man with brown eyes, a chubby, round face, and fair skin color, with short brunette hair.
The farmer was wearing his pajamas for bed last night, and he looked terrible.
There are bags underneath his eyes, along with dark circles, and he looked miserable.
He sighed again and got up from the bed, getting prepared to start the day.
He got into clothes that he has, which is a green shirt and pants, a brown vest, a yellow dress shirt, and a blue scarf around his neck.
The farmer is wearing socks on his feet, yes, but no boots yet.
The farmer intentionally walked into the hallway of his house, looking slightly sad until he invariably heard something moved and then, placed back in the same spot.
"畜生。" a female's voice spoke gently in fluent Japanese from the living room, cursing in a Japanese accent, making the farmer suspicious about the stranger that appeared in the house, burgling his house, stealing things.
He sighed and glanced at the loaded shotgun that he typically carries and carefully picked it up, unlocking the case to carefully check if there are shots inside and there they are, properly loaded and ready to fire instantly at anyone that strikes him.
He clicked it shut and clicked his gun, to adequately warn whoever's inside his house, to get out immediately.
The farmer heard no window crashed nor no door opened then closed frantically.
'That is one stubborn thief.' He thought to himself. 'Looks like I 'ave to find whoever's inside and get 'er or 'im out.'
He carefully walked down the hallway, carefully looking for the responsible person, and getting ready to genuinely scare whoever is intruding and attack back if the possible intruder is ambushing him without any warning.
He continued walking carefully down the hallway, glancing cautiously at each hallway to carefully check for any more than one possible intruder in the modest house, aiming carefully his loaded shotgun down the hallways, before cautiously entering the living room, where he and his wife used to live inside before an "accident" happened naturally to her, and he is now alone.
The farmer conveniently ignored the conscious thought and glanced cautiously around the living room, before instantly noticing some particular about the living room.
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Chicken Run: The Curse Of The Werewolf
Misteri / ThrillerIt has been two years since they escaped from the farm. Now, the farmer lives by himself. But, as he was living by himself, strange things are happening around him. He kept getting dreams of a small village in the distance and it always boggles him...
