The old rustic barn was settled on the outermost edge of the farm.  Standing tall over the fields, this two-story red barn cast a long shadow over the field surrounding it.  Large wooden doors that could be propped open with great effort would lead you directly inside.
Barn, Farm
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field mice
I am a field mouse. Actually, my real name is "vole". I am a rodent who lives in the farmer's fields. I am considered to be a pest when I eat plants that otherwise would produce food for humans. This is why farmers keep cats. I must always be on the lookout, lest a cat should eat me.
Ah! Who are you! You scared me! I'm just a traveler. Who are you, little talking mouse? I am Vole. This is where i like to rest. I can't blame you. And since you asked, we can share the blanket. Have you had any dinner? No i grabbed this for you actually. My fur keeps me warm. I am famished since you asked. I feel bad that I asked. I thought I had some food on me. Sorry, little mouse. Just go into town and pick something up. Oh sounds good! Anything in particular you want? Ya know, I think we can both agree on some cheese. Hmm, are you 21? I could use a beer Yes! But not many people would sell it to me... being a mouse an all. Maybe you should come with/ I'm quite weary from traveling, but I love to see strangers faces, so I'm in. Do you think Bill the farmer will be angry that we are leaving and coming back this late? Not at all. He actually ahtes me and i have to hide from him. Please don't tell him I am here.  Why would he begrudge such a kind mouse? What did you do?