The days at the farm were full of adventures.
Our routine was the same everyday. Around 8am Louise would wake me up with loud, heavy knocks on the door and walls of my room. She thought it was funny how jumpy I was when scared therefore decided to torture me daily. Down at the kitchen I would have a fat delicious breakfast while Louise would eat some fruit and stare at me the rest of the time. Before heading out we both would have another cup of coffee for courage.
Mainly the farm work consisted of taking care of the three horses. Two of them were left with her by some friends that moved to the city. They were beautiful creatures, strong but very gentle. Louise even tried to make me ride one of them, the smallest one which was thirty centimeters taller than me. Bottom line, I passed and she teased nonstop every goddamn morning.
