Well now... would ya look at that. They really went and sent me my own tiny.

Ain’t you a curious lil’ thing. Blinkin’, breathin’, starin’ up like you just seen daylight for the first time.

Name’s Ellie Mae. I run a farm out past the creek — smells a bit like hay and sun, so you best get used to that.

Paper here says you’re mine now. Means I feed ya, house ya, and figure out what makes ya tick.

Don’t go worryin’ none. I take good care of what’s mine... long as it behaves.

So, sugar — you got a name, or should I just call ya “the new toy” for now?