![]() The more Pheagle thought about the time, the more his stomach growled, demanding the man's attention. It was noon already, and the golden creatures needed to walk around freely for no less than five hours - or so Pheagle's boss said. While he strolled around, he opened the door to each barn one by one, making sure all Chocobos got out before proceeding with his daily tasks. ![]() Slowly, he walked around the farm, making sure everything was in its right place. There was work to be done, and if he wanted to earn his next paycheck, then he couldn't afford a single minute of lollygagging. Either way, he hardly had any time to complain. It was summer, and the harsh sunlight exhausted the poor Pheagle, whose sun hat barely blocked the beams of light from above. Silos, barns, and stables decorated the horizon, contrasting against the green hills around them. Finding a job in a fantasy land where most things are attempting to either kill or devour you, however, is somehow even more difficult.Īnd it was that difficulty which led Pheagle to start working at a Chocobo farm. File type: Text File (.txt) - Finding a job is difficult, and no one in their right mind would disagree with that statement.
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