The wind howled as it often did on quiet winter days. The leafless trees rustled like scratchy dogs and underneath patches of dirt spoiled the once lush green fields of Cattlebury Field Farms. Now it was completely abandoned and it showed. The wooden fence, or what was left of it, no longer confined cattle and other farm animals, but rather warned any visitors that some unchecked danger potentially lived on the other side.
It was with that which Pete concluded the abandoned farm would be the perfect spot to go with his trusted companion Jet. No one would come to bother them there. And he could finally get away from all the things he hated: his computer, his neighbors, his obligations, and the nuisance of a civilization that knew only quiet boredom and presumptuous requests.