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The town of Gravesfield relied heavily on cattle as they provided families with food and dairy products, as well as ensured efficient farm operations.
As a cattleman who cared for his livestock, Philip was well aware of this fact.
Of course, the bearded brunette would have rather preferred a job as a stableman since they had the privilege of tending to the horses, his favorite animals.
However, tending to the cattle wasn't a difficult or maddening task.
At the very least, he was back in his hometown, where he belonged... for some peculiar reason.
'Just how did I arrive back in Gravesfield?' Philip wondered in his mind while feeding his livestock in a pasture.
Last he remembers, he was residing in a cave in the Demon Realm.
As Philip tries to fathom his puzzling predicament, his ears begin to pick up on the sound of upbeat party music playing.
It was evident to him that the sound was coming from further down the grazing land.
After feeding his cattle the final portion of their feed, Philip dropped the empty food bucket he was holding and headed toward a hill.
After reaching the peak of the hill, Philip rested his hand on his forehead and gazed out into the distance.
His eyes widen in bewilderment as he witnesses his cattle do the most illogical things: stand on all twos like human beings, perform a choreographed dance number, and take flight into the sky like a flock of birds.
Feeling a droplet hit his shoulder, Philip slowly gazes up at the sky and spots a great number of grey clouds.
He soon finds himself stuck in a dourpour of milk.
Gravesfield has certainly gone through a lot of changes since he left.
...
After awakening, Philip sits up and yawns.
He then stretches his arms and rubs the back of his head.
'What a strange dream,' he thought to himself.
He has never witnessed such a large number of cows in his life.
Philip's rubs come to a slow, eventual stop, however, when he slowly realizes that he wasn't in his cave but instead in a bed with someone sleeping next to him.
As his blue eyes survey the surroundings of the bedroom he was in, they become wide with pure horror at what they witness on the walls.
Picture after picture of him and a cow with a blonde wig and horrendous looking makeup in what seemed to be a romantic relationship.
His skin crawled when he saw their wedding photos.
"No," Philip whispered. "This can't be."
That must mean that the individual sleeping beside him is...
The cow from the photos gracefully sits up as she yawns, fluttering her large false lashes.
Her human husband is then greeted with a gentle smile by her.
She had a highly feminine southern accent as she spoke.
"Hiya, handsome," she lovingly coos.
This causes Philip to scream as he quickly clutches his shared blanket for dear life, shivering like a leaf.
The cow was taken aback by his reaction and placed a hoof on her lips.
"Shh, shh, shh, honey, you have to lower your voice," she tells him, directing her other hoof at the infant bed in the corner of the room.
"You'll wake up the baby."
Philip screamed even louder due to the implication.
…
Upon awakening for the second time, Philip jerks up and screams.
He quickly comes to the realization that he's returned to his cave and stops.
He soon feels a sense of relief, exhaling a sigh as he relaxes.
"No more cows," he breathed out, wiping his brow.
Before he can rest his head down again, he soon stops himself from doing so.
He couldn't take the chance of having more demonic nightmares.
As he pulls out his cross and Bible, Philip clutches them close to his side and reverts back to sleeping.
Hopefully, he'll now have dreams that embody the spirit of Christ.