<div class="floatleft">(http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/akb48-yuki-kashiwagi-mayu-watanabe-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barn, then Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday Evening, 1800<br/><strong>With:</strong>Micki, Mary, Mara<br/><hr/><br/>Mizuki Morikawa stroked the cows as they chewed on their special nutritious feed, specially mixed for the pregnant cows. Of all the farm animals, Miz loved the cows the most. Their slow and peaceful nature helped her unwind when she was stressed with assignments in college. Miz smiled to think there would not be any more assignments for the next month or so, though. Much as she loved studying, Miz enjoyed term breaks, where she could slow, lazy mornings with the farm animals, more.<br/><br/>It was Miz's second year living in America. Born in Japan, Miz had won a scholarship to study in an American college. Initially, Miz had been afraid that she would be laughed at for her accent, but the people in this rural town were friendly and open towards her. The other ladies on the farm where Miz was staying, in particular, encouraged Miz to get over her shyness and patient in helping to improve her language. Though Miz missed her family in Japan, she was glad to find a new "family" here, with Mara and Mary as sisters, and Micki as an older sister or mother.<br/><br/>The smell of freshly baked pie wafted across the fields and Miz soon heard the banging of wood against metal. As Pavlov's dogs were trained to react to the bell, the sound made Miz's stomach growl. "Dinner time!" she gleefully told Clover, a beautiful white cow with brown spots. "You be a good girl and finish your dinner, kay? And your calf will be nice and strong, with beautiful fur, like you!" Giving Clover a final pat on the head, Miz began to undo the strings on the apron she was wearing, revealing the conservative long sleeved striped top and dark blue jeans she wore underneath. Her muddy boots plodded through the fields as she reached the kitchen door just behind Mara. Taking her boots off and placing them neatly by the door, Miz washed her hands thoroughly, making sure to clean under her trim fingernails too. Besides liking to be clean and neat, Miz knew Micki had high standards of cleanliness in her house too.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm late!" she said as she sat down at her usual place at the table, nodding her thanks as Mara poured her a glass of water.