In a world quite close to our own in the dimensional rift, Northill Farm sat at the southern base of a mountain and was otherwise surrounded by forest. Being in another world, there were several things that would stand out to someone from our own, and indeed, had Jordan Qwarkz been conscious, he would have found himself quite confused.

The first thing he would have noticed, had he been awake, was the creature that found him: the child known as Peter Northill looked like a male around the age of twelve, but it was at least ten feet tall and must have weighed a few thousand pounds! The most striking thing about this dimension was certainly the size of its occupants, and the fact that they were all enormously fat, animals and seeming-humans alike.

The child, appearing quite puzzled, proceeded to pick Jordan up and throw him over his shoulder, foregoing whatever chore he had been sent to accomplish to show his father, the owner and chief operator of the farm, the mysterious stranger.

The second most noticeable thing about the farm was the fact that animals were clearly somewhat sapient and capable of both speech and independent tasks, which was how the farm managed to prosper despite the fact that the only humanoids there were relatively small in number.

Peter took the strange boy inside his family's house (off-limits to the farm's animals for reasons that will become clear) and placed him in his bed before getting his father, who was just as confused as his son was, being unaware of the inter-dimensional rift and its mechanisms.

A few hours later, when the mysterious stranger known as Jordan Qwarkz woke up, it became clear that he had no memory of his life previous to his appearance on the Northill's farm and that their way of life was utterly strange to him.

"Do you know anything about farms?" Asked the father.
Jordan appeared a little puzzled. "No. Why would I?"
The father responded with a facepalm. "...because you're on a farm, kid."

After filling in Jordan on the basics of his new life, the father decided to have the boy accompany Barry, one of the farm dogs, for a few days, to gain an understanding of how the farm worked. Given his small size, he would probably end up being a messenger, but until he learned the layout of the farm he would be entertainment for the family and the farm's animals.

The father advised him, "Barry's a little rough, but he's a sweetheart in the end, you'll see. He's not going to hurt you, but he isn't going to ask for your permission, either; he's bigger than you, and he sure as hell knows more about the farm than you do, so just do what he says. Also, on this farm, anything is fair game as long as nobody gets hurt, so if someone's practical joke isn't something you're partial to, shut up and get over it."

He followed the father out of the house, where Barry, a massive, fat St Bernard, appeared shortly thereafter. His size utterly dwarfed the boy, and even managed to make the father look a little small; it was doubtful that the dog could fit through the doorway of the family's house, even if he was allowed in.

He proceeded to shove the boy down and sniff, him in order to properly size him up and remember who he was, and gave his face a lick with his massive tongue before picking the boy up in his mouth and throwing him on his back as he broke into a run.

Jordan found himself desperately holding on to Barry's fur and flab so that he didn't fall off, since the dog's entire body jiggled with every step, and it became a serious problem for the boy riding him as soon as he'd started running. And boy, did this dog know how to run!

After a minute and a half or so, Barry and Jordan arrived at their destination: the inside of a horse stable, where Jordan found himself thrown onto the ground. "What was that fo-" the boy said just before being cut off by Barry.

"Sssssh! You really don't want the horses to fuck with you, and this is their wake-up call, so they're gonna be testy. Follow me and for god's sake, be quiet!"

Jordan stayed quiet and followed Barry, promptly discovering two things: that his head was barely as high as the dog's tailhole, and that the dog could rip some goddamn noxious farts. As the boy followed him, the dog proceeded to fart a bunch of airy, silent ones that he could feel on his entire upper body, like walking behind a very stinky fan.

The stink got to be enough that the boy decided to quietly complain: "Oh my god, could you please stop- MMMHFRM!" His complaint was rudely interrupted as Barry knocked him down and buried his face under his massive butt, adding the stink of his sweat and musk and releasing some not-so-quiet wet farts that were muffled between the dog's butt, the boy and the floor.

"I said, shut up!" The dog muttered to himself. Apparently, however, he should have taken his own advice, because it appeared that he'd awoken a quite large stallion as his face was likewise smooshed under a horse's butt, and he became the receiving end of Quentin's morning thunder.