The chickens went wild, and the llamas? Don’t even get me started. They’re not the cuddly kind anymore. Something’s spooked ‘em—and until we know what, I need ‘em gone. Culling time, farmhand.
The chickens went wild, and the llamas? Don’t even get me started. They’re not the cuddly kind anymore. Something’s spooked ‘em—and until we know what, I need ‘em gone. Culling time, farmhand.