Creative Writing: The Chain Tree

The fields were cleared, and the mules were working hard now to clear the fields for planting. It was almost noon, time to eat. They were tired, and they wanted there nosebags, filled with sweet, crunchy grain and oats. Almost time now. They were at the end of the row, and next to it, the chain tree. The chain tree was welcomed to the mules, as it meant they would get a rest. They would be chained up to it, eat, and rest for a few hours, and then go back to work, just as rested as the moment they woke up in the morning.

The man was unhooking there harnesses and leading them by there halters to the tree now. Something was off though. There master had a shotgun, which he never had, and his body language was different. He seamed tense, and