Alright…alright guys you heard her, don’t harrass her or she’ll either fight you herself or sic her vendor or retail clerk on you.
 
Read: For those who want to ignore the description and just look at the picture. I had a somewhat hilarious experience with a tough little farmer girl that used the above image against me with some alterations made in the image like dialogue, use of an anthro, as well as clothing appearance.
 
Wanna share something hilarious (sort of) from my past. I grew up around a lot of tomboyish girls as a kid and even to now. Most of them loved to scrap with people that anger them and almost got into a few fights in school with some. Little girls are no different. Been around quite a bit of them that would threaten to fight anyone on the spot if harassed or even some that would make a statement about their families standings as backup. Dads being wealthy, mom’s generally being very loving, but tough themselves, sisters owning a fashion business, or their brothers joining the military to serve their country as examples. I decided to upload a hilarious experience above I’ve had with one in particular years ago in pony anthro form. This is just slightly exaggerated with clothing and dialogue, but it’s all still accurate. The girl was I believe age 10 or 11 and was the type that would walk barefoot a lot, wore long skirts, and had long wildish hair. She was country and would wear a bow on her head or a bonnet and leggings under her long skirt. She had the physical ability to help with farmwork and did it well and was tall for her age (around 5,7). I currently live in the west and in a town with several little farmer girls and cowgirls that are some tough tomboys. Some would literally threaten to fight anyone, as well as adults, if something goes wrong with them. This little rough farmer girl, adorable at the time, but a beast, got mad at me for something small I said and she got all ticked and said in her country accent “Watch it! I can handle y’all guys at any age! I’ll fight you if y’all say that again! SAY IT AGAIN BOY!” She was friends with only boys and had authority and dominance over them, easily bossing them around as well as her older brother. I was among one of them, but was never really bossed by her specifically. Yeah the memories are starting to flood in as I write this. We would go over to her house quite often and hang out with her and she would often make all of us help with farmwork. Thankfully she lived video games and we played some Mario 64. Sheb could also pack food down, literally shoving them in and just swallowing them without chewing most of them. Beast eater. There were 4 or 5 males in total and one of her. One day two of them refused and tried to walk inside her house to play it off. This triggered her and she summoned Herculean strength and she literally wrapped her arms around these two, grabbed them, and carried them into the work field and made them pull weeds and clean out the horse troughs. She was slightly taller than one and slightly shorter than the other that she bounded. She later punished both of them by making them prepare a bucket of soap water to clean and massage her feet after the day of farmwork ended. If I were an adult at that time I would be laughing at how this one girl can tame this many male kids, but I wasn’t and it scared the crap out if me with how tough she was. She made her brother do her hair one time, but forgot the reason why. I’ll never forget seeing that and never got on her bad side.
 
So I made a light joke about her attitude and she heard it pretty quick and…(see the above image) on how she responded. Instead it was her older brother who was in retail part-time and her granddad was a farming tools vendor. She literally used that against me as a threat towards the joke and her fist were clenched. I laughed and asked her if her brother was gonna throw groceries at me. She got mad and threatened to either help with tougher farm work, fight her, (yeah like I was gonna hit a girl regardless of her strength) or make me clean her feet too with her constantly walking barefoot with the exception of wearing sandals or cowboy boots sometimes. The girl could literally walk out in the heat or coldness of the day barefoot and be unaffected. We would look at her feet sometimes and wonder how she never feels harm from the things she walks on that barely do harm to them. She took notice at us, lifted her feet up and wiggled her toes and said “y’all weirdos like mah feet? You durn boys like gettin’ dirty yerselves so how how about y’all lick them since yer starin’.” We quickly got up and pretended nothing happened, getting her mad, but she thankfully didn’t chase us. That happened only once though. I just decided to help her with some farmwork. That was my experience. I don’t remember exactly the time this happened as it was pretty far back in my past, but to let you guys in on this, that girl is one of the biggest reasons as years went by growing older I started developing a foot fetish. Her attire is the other reason; long skirts, leggings, and constantly barefoot at home with the occasional sandal wear. It’s why I always draw 90% of my characters in exactly those clothes. It’s something I’ve really started to like overtime over the usual panties, thigh highs, and generally just lewd clothing seen in a lot of drawings. She would constantly show them off and make her friends clean them as any punishment except for me. No, they didn’t like it by the way. They only did it because she was the only girl in our group and avoided getting on her bad side. She did get very mad one time for avoiding to massage them, but let it go afterwards. Don’t know how she’s doing now, but she should be near my age.