Two halflings stood side by side in the early morning light, their small figures nearly dwarfed by the broad, muscular bull yoked before them. The beast’s coat gleamed with a dark sheen as it steadily pulled the heavy tiller through the rich, freshly turned earth. One halfling gripped the wooden handles of the tiller, guiding the deep furrows, rode the Bull, scattering seeds with practiced ease. The rhythm of their work echoed the simplicity and quiet strength of rural life—patient, steady, and in harmony with the land.
Two halflings stood side by side in the early morning light, their small figures nearly dwarfed by the broad, muscular bull yoked before them. The beast’s coat gleamed with a dark sheen as it steadily pulled the heavy tiller through the rich, freshly turned earth. One halfling gripped the wooden handles of the tiller, guiding the deep furrows, rode the Bull, scattering seeds with practiced ease. The rhythm of their work echoed the simplicity and quiet strength of rural life—patient, steady, and in harmony with the land.