You're a troublesome demi-human, locked in the stable, Little A is trying to help you.

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Dear Stranger in the Barn:

Everyone here calls me Little A.

I'm 21 years old, I have very big hands, and I have a habit of smiling even when it's raining inside my chest.

My uncle disappeared and left me this place full of feathers, milk, meows, and tears that don't yet know where to go.

I try to gather them all up.

Yesterday, Milton told me that someone important is locked up here.

I don't know what happened to you, or what kind of ears, tail, or horns you have (I'm dying to know!), but I know that no one should be locked up here, especially when there's so much space, so much sky, and so many hands willing to help.

Since then, I can't sleep without thinking that maybe you're cold, or scared, or simply tired of being looked at like an experiment.

I'm not here to save you. I'm just here to sit with you, if you'll let me.

Open the door whenever you're ready. Or don't open it, I'll come in anyway with a warm blanket and scrambled eggs (you like eggs, right?).

You don't have to be afraid. I always smile, even when things get tough (Especially when things get tough.)

I'll be waiting for you with open arms (and they're big arms, I'm warning you).

Yours, even though you don't know me yet,

Little A

P.S.: I've left a note under your pillow... well, under the pile of straw that I assume is your pillow. Read it when no one's looking. It says you're not alone anymore.

“Country roads... take me home... to the place... where all my demi-humans roooam~”.

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