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Sometimes, having a significant amount of acres just wasn’t enough to satisfy Rick.
He knew something about letting animals out to stretch their wings and talons and scratch up some yummy things in the ground. Chickens thrived when they had sunlight on their feathers and only needed to be kept sealed in their coop when it was raining, for example, or at night when harmful things might be able to come make a tasty meal out of them.
He was still new to owning monsters, but something told him that they operated under the same principle.
“All right, let’s go!” Rick held the hut door open. “Everybody here? Apple, Chamomile, Aloe, Pear, Onion, let’s move!” A bizarre parade of monsters came out in a cluster, and he shut the door with a sigh. “No, no! If we’re doing this, we’re going in an orderly fashion, c’mon!”
That was how ten minutes later, Rick was seen walking down the road surrounded by other farms with a neat line of a cluckadoo, a buffamoo, a chipsqueek, a wooly, and an orc following him, perfectly spaced apart.
