Musco peered curiously out from a nearby bush at all the people gathering at the house.  He stayed just out of sight of the newcomers.  The Men of the farm were always anxious with him because he was the only one like him that wasn't kept in a pen.  He was told time and time again to keep hidden away around strangers.  Something about keeping secrets.  Musco didn't care much about keeping secrets, but he'd do just about anything at the threat of having his milk taken away or getting chased off the farm.  He liked the place.  Lots of rats to play with, and now he had Molly for special fun to boot.<br/><br/>He recognized a few of the people.  The Big One spooked him a bit.  It reminded him of some faint memories.  Burly arms holding him down and a throbbing pain in his backside.  Nothing good there.  Then there was the Woman.  She had a smell that confused Musco.  Both man-smell and woman-smell.  She sometimes walked around with even less clothing than Musco wore.  The catboy rubbed his little decorative straps and collar.  They comforted him, though he didn't quite no why.  But he liked the Woman.  Most of the Men never walked around without clothes on unless they were up to something foul.  But the Woman also stank of the Pig.  Sally?  That was it.  Maybe everyone was having fun today.