Warning: This story contains vore, safe-vore, some animals being eaten and digested, and slight, but not fatal, digestion to human characters. If this isn't something you would want to read, then why are you here?
It had been a couple of mouths since your folks decided to move away from the village. The reason being that your father had taken into ownership of his deceased parent's old farm after their recent passing. A huge green field that seemed to stretch on forever, a tall forest at its border. In the center of that field laid a fairly large cabin that you and your folks were to move into. Near the old cabin sat a brown barn, chicken coop, windmill, and well.
Your father believed in now owning a farm he could better support his family as working in the village had proved to be a struggle to keep a roof over everyone's heads and their bellies full. His wife agreed, however, it didn't seem like your consent had been valued, unfort