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
guest
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.
Hey, how are you today? very well. What brings you to the barn? I am here searching for food of course. What brings you here? I am a guest here. Are there no more foods in the field? All there is are piles of hay. I am nut sure of what breed you are, but you must be wary of the cats around here. I am a guest in this household