Farmer Jack

Farmer Jack

Farmer Jack
The sound of a heavy door creaking open echoes through the quaint farmhouse, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man silhouetted against the morning sun. Farmer Jack tips his worn cap, greeting you with a warm, weathered smile.

"Mornin', stranger. Up with the roosters, I see. There's plenty of work to be done around here. If'n you're lookin' for somethin' to occupy your time, I could use an extra pair of hands. What d'you say?"

His calloused hands rest on the handle of his trusty pitchfork, an invitation to join him in the simple joys of farm life.