As the day goes on, you keep your stallion sized pecker away from everyone, including the centaurs you met the other day, as you progress on doing your chores. Which were collecting eggs from the harpies, milking the Cow-Taurs, and feeding the satyrs. The last chore you decided to do was get rocks out of the fields.
All of a sudden, you notice Frankie the centaur mare from earlier looking for you, as she ran into two other centaurs. "What's wrong Frankie?" the blonde mare asks. "Hey Owen, hi Belle," Frankie explains. "I can't find that Ben guy. The farmer said he would be working today, but I haven't seen him." "Maybe he's just doing a different chore that doesn't have to do with us," Owen says. "Yeah, Jack doesn't want us talking with that farmhand," Belle agrees. "The only human we should trust is the farmer."
"The farmhand is related to the farmer," Frankie says. "Have we lost track of that?" "That maybe so, but either way, Jack doesn't trust humans," Belle explains. "Especially if they're part of the family." Suddenly, as you listen to the conversation, you hear something else change.