Farms all have their own peculiarities, but I believe that Jim Rathers's has to be the

strangest I've encountered by far.

I've lived across from Jim for the past five years or so and he's always been a very quiet and introverted fellow.

From what I know he doesn't have a job and he dedicates all of his time to tending to the massive assortment of animals on his farm.

God only knows how many animals there are. The man has to be insane.

Even though I don't know the exact number as if as soon as one goes, he has a brand new one ready to replace it immediately.

I have no idea how the man does it. I have no idea how it

upholds the well-being of that amount of animals all alone. That being said, is also

almost entirely off the grid, save for a few electronics.

He sustains himself entirely off of the land and his animals.

I kind of admire that but aside from the farm's quirks it's never really

bothered me until the animals stopped moving.

I didn't even care to point it out at first, and I didn't even think that something might be strange the day the first pigs still.

It simply did not feel peculiar enough to comment on and

Jim had so many animals that he didn't notice it either. The pig stood at the edge of the

fence staring blankly.

It didn't move, even when I went out to collect my mail, and it didn't move when the noisy

garbage truck went by.

I even waved my arms around in front of it in an attempt to rouse a reaction.

But alas, I got none.

The pigs stood like a statue, unmoving, unblinking, un-reactive.

I started to get a pit in my stomach, telling me that something was wrong, but I ignored it and hopped

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