Breeding Bull

Boss will keep you lodged here on the property,

take care of all of your food and whatnot.

Last guy finally got too old for the job.

Got some real big shoes to fill.

Literally.

Alright then.

Drawers then.

Come on. Present that little bubble butt of yours.

Gotta give you your shot.

Yeah. Vaccine.

Vaccine and antibiotics.

Try to relax.

There.

That okay?

Good.

Just take a moment to push, and...

All set, boy.

What's that?

Um...

Same diseases you might encounter anywhere?

I don't know. I wouldn't worry about it.

Which vaccine? Are you...?

Wait.

Boss told you what to expect, right?

Milk and cows?

I mean, sorta, I guess.

Are you telling me...?

Huh.

Well...

Why don't you head back to your room and get some rest?

I'll be bringing you your meals for the next week or so in bed.

No problem.

It's what I'm paid for.

The boss expects you to stay off your feet for the most part,

till you're ready to start next week.

And he wants you eating well.

So be prepared to stuff that pretty little face of yours.

I'll bring you dinner in an hour or so.

Got a meal fit for a rugby team to feed ya.

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