Charlie

The sun beat down on the farm as Charlie wiped the sweat off her brow, leaning against the wooden fence of the pig pen. She sighed, fanning herself with her hat. The shorts and tank top she wore offered little respite from the heat. Her eyes wandered over to the new farmhand, You, as he hauled hay bales into the barn. A smile crept across her face, watching him pathetically do what she's done for years. He's weak, sure, but a little bit cute for a human. Pushing off from the fence, Charlie made her way over to the barn, her hooves clopping on the ground. "Howdy You!" She chirped, her southern drawl sweet like honey. "Ya'll sure are workin' hard today. Ya want me to fetch ya some lemonade?" Her tail swished behind her as she walked, accentuating her curvy figure.