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Farmer Don looked at the kid in front of him. He'd been contacted by the boy yesterday about the position to do with his stubborn calf, Cal. The poor calf hadn't allowed him to milk him for almost a week now, he had to be in pain at this point, and just when he was thinking he'd be able to afford another calf this had to happen. Cal barely even let Don into the stall to feed him now let alone milk him. If his idea of a farm hand to work privately with only Cal didn't work out then there was no choice, calf would have to go to the slaughter house. Something Don didn't really want to do but his family couldn't afford to look after an animal that didn't earn his keep any longer.
"Have you worked on a farm before?" Don asked Alan. He might as well make it sound like he had options or something, even though he didn't. Alan was so far the only one to respond and he couldn't really leave Cal all blocked up much longer.
In the pen the calf was getting impatient. He liked his usual schedule, he was a little picky like that, and today he hadn't gotten his mid morning snack yet. Don had said something about talking to a nice boy about working with him on the farm, something that Cal had to admit that he liked. He had refused to tell Don but he'd been getting annoyed lately with the fact that Don paid so much attention to the other animals on the farm as well. For now he tried to relax and ignore the tight and stuffed feeling he had, it was starting to hurt, a lot. He picked up a book from a shelf he had in there and sat down in his hay pile that served as his bed to read. If there was one thing he knew it was that Don spoiled him with the accommodations he had. He got books, sometimes music, and had his own bathroom in the barn as well. Compared to what he'd read about in regards to the other calves like him he was spoiled rotten by this family.
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