Talk:Holstaur/@comment-27096789-20160104200637

You are a farmhand at old man McBumpkin’s Mamono-Friendly Farm, working mostly for the currency it provides. You go through the morning routine of washing, dressing, and eating, then you walk out to the barn for instructions.

The first thing you notice is the banging and crashing coming from one of the stalls. It’s McBumpkin’s singular Holstaur. You have no idea why she’s rampaging, but you do know that you feel bad for the poor guy who has to milk her. Smiling to your self, you check the list on the barn door. And check it again. You gulp, the smile gone. Underneath the chore of ‘Holstaur Milking’ for today is your name.

What do you do?