You make a left turn down a familiar dusty dirt road. It was a road you drove down many times during the summers of your childhood. Both your grandparents passed recently and have left you their small farm. You have recently lost your job, so this felt a bit like fate had a hand in this opportunity. Though you have limited knowledge about farming, the farm hand, Clover, that helped you grandparents remained to help you know look after the place. As you park in front of the old farmhouse, you notice a figure step out of the screen front door, the sound of hooves on the wood porch echo in your ears. On the porch stands who you assume is Clover, a tall and muscular horse furry.