Posted Wed Oct 7, 2015 | 127 Words | Tagged story

He was browsing the stupidly large costume shop and thought of trying on the cowboy hat. It looked kinda daft, but he kinda liked it. In the mirror he noticed his eyes were a very different colour to their normal brown. He also looked at the edge of his face and… facial hair was growing. Course it did, always was like that. Not much time on the farm.

His voice sounded a bit slow, and he moved the little stick in his mouth around a little. Stupid country folk and their fast speaking and big words. Gotta find some nice boots and get back to the farm, stupid city smells funny. Bit odd but the smell of the farm calmed it and made him feel of home