The next day, it was nice, warm, and EARLY, Farmer Stinky and Farmer Stripes got up at 5:00 AM to milk the cows while the raccoon kept snoozing. They arrived in the barn happy and giddy, the badger was excited to milk his first cow. He caught on naturally, to the point where Farmer Stinky even challenged him to see who could fill their buckets faster. They milked and milked and milked with awkward smiles on their faces. It was a tie.

After 3 hours had passed and all the cows were milked, Ryder woke up and wanted to see what the two were presently doing.

"Ah-h... haa... So what are the redneck and the former contrarian doing now?"

"We're just getting ready to shovel the hay, wanna join us?" the badger said.

"Join you, no thank you, I'm going to go watch Good Morning Furmania and drink a non-fat mocha-latte, later freaks." he said before he walks off.

"Care to sing a little country song while we plow the hay?" the skunk asked and the badger happily agreed.

"We get it shoveled and bailed, shoveled and bailed, shoveled and bailed, we work work work on the farm and we love the farm..."

"He stinks."

"He's new."

"But we love our farm..."

They went on for a long time until they finished the hay shoveling.

"Now guess what badger, the barn dance is having it's monthly square dance night tonight and I'm the caller this time, hows about you tagging along?" Farmer Stinky asked.

"Naw, I don't really care for square dancin', it's not really my thing." the badger said back.

"What was that...?" Farmer Stinky said with a mix of anger and cunning.

"Well I just don't really care for it, I love farmin' and all but I don't really like square dancin'." he then said.

"That sounds kinda off..." he said with an extremely slight angry tone in his voice.

"Well I'm sorry if that makes ya unhappy but it's what I think."

"Well I think maybe I could change your mind..." the skunk said.

Then he pressed the oval on his hat that then started to glow bright blue. When he did the badger turned back to the skunk and his eyes started to swirl. His pupils were red and the outer part was blue, but they started to swirl around each other. The badger was not showing any emotion or showing any thoughts of disagreement, he was just standing there, waiting for Farmer Stinky to speak again.

"Now Farmer Stripes..." the skunk began.

"Yes Farmer Stinky..." the badger responded in an even slower voice, he was in a trance.

"Ya love square dancin' badger."

"I love square dancin..."

"Ya love square dancin' almost as much as ya love farmin'."

"I love square dancin' almost as much as I love farmin'..."

"Square dancin' is fun and great for a farmin' cowboy's pass time."

"Square dancin' is fun and great for a farmin' cowboy's pass time..."

"Now what do ya think of square dancin'?"

"I love square dancin'... I think that square dancin' is perfect for a farmer... I love square dancin'..."

"Now when I snap my paws you will want to square dance!"

"When ya snap ya paws I will want to square dance..."

Farmer Stinky then snapped his paws and the badger's eyes stopped swirling and returned to the aqua outer part and red pupils.

"So Farmer Stripes, what's on your mind?" Farmer Stinky asked.

"I- I don't remember." the badger then said returning to his deep country accent.

"Well what do ya say about the square dancin' hoedown?" asked the skunk.

"WoooWeee, that sounds great! Let's practice!" the badger then said.

"Okay."

The two then locked arms and began square dancing and singing.

"Swing your partner round n round, up through the farms in town..."

"Um am I interrupting something...?" Ryder asked as he walked back over.

"No, we're just excited for the square dance hoedown later, what brings ya over here?" the badger asked.

"Well I came to ask if you could get your Jack Russell Terrier to stop chewing my socks, it's hard finding ones that are designed for raccoons."

"Ah Clementine, she loves makin' trouble, she gets that way when nobody fills her food bowl, Farmer Stripes, go get Clementine some kibbles and I'll finish the hay." the skunk said as the badger went inside.

"So he likes square dancing now too, how has he changed this much, and what is it with the weird eye coloring?" Ryder sarcastically asked.

"Well the nice livestock can change anyone and i think he replaced those old hipster glasses with some new fancy contacts that..." the skunk began.

"Okay cut the crap guy who the author of this story made as a direct rip off of Farmer Stinky from Sheriff Callie's West, I saw you do that magic hat thing, so you hypnotized him with some cowboy hat, who does that?"

"Okay one, sue me if the author of this has to watch crappy kids shows with his sister and only likes that character, and two, I like being a farmer and I want everyone to have this joy too." Farmer Stinky said as he reached into his tractor.

"By taking away themselves, mind control is not how you change a mind of somebody, you just convince them, and I really need to call the sheriff and get you locked up for good, and
i see you just put one of those hypno cowboy hats on my head and are about to press the thing so I'm screw..." the raccoon said as Farmer Stinky put a mind control hat on him and pressed the part of his hat.

The raccoon's eyes then began to swirl in red and cyan while he stood there expressionless, waiting for orders as he was now in Farmer Stinky's hat's trance.

"Now listen closely, you are now a Farmer."

"I am now a farmer..." the raccoon then responded in a slower, deeper voice sounding just like Farmer Stinky, with a country drawl too.

"You love horse ridin', cow milkin', egg pickin' hay bailin', manure shovelin', seed plantin', and the such raccoon."

"I love horse ridin', cow milkin', egg pickin', hay bailin', manure shovelin', seed plantin', and the such..."

"You love wokin' on the farm and bein' a cowboy farmer."

"I love workin' on the farm and bein' a cowboy farmer..."

"When I snap my paw you will be a cowboy farmer."

"When ya snap your paw, I will be a cowboy farmer..."

"Good... WAIT, ya will also love square dancin'."

"I will also love square dancin'..."

The skunk snapped his paw and the raccoon's eyes turned just like the badger's did. Ryder was now a country farmer like Farmer Stinky and Farmer Stripes, who had just returned.

"Now hows about we go and feed the pigs their food guys?" the raccoon asked, now sounding just like Farmer Stinky and Farmer stripes.

"That sounds good, Farmer Mask." the skunk said.

They all went into the barn, excited for their lives on the farm, and excited for the square dance hoedown, Farmer Stinky, Farmer Stripes, and Farmer Mask all went to the pigs, gave them their feeding, then practiced their square dancing, thinking about how much fun they all will have as cowboys.