You puppies just don’t listen to me. I told ya months & months ago they’d never in a zillion years end up at that, erm, cozy lil’ prairie chapel.

Bad memories from previous pretzel infestation?

No more brush to cut?

Too hot to bike or jog, when himself finally lost all the fans the service had turned on him to keep his lil’ face unsullied by sweat beads?

Arbustid’s bored and needs a bit more background noise to help sooth his jingle-janglin’ nerves?

A scary token horse broke through a security fence and trotted by within sight of the chapel?

Barney refuses to give up his nightlife?

Local BarBQHaus no longer imports live lobsters for free delivery to the chapel?

Formerly friendly local Pronghorn resents being accused of eating the hay bale-’n playing on picturesque scuzzy wagon, presser backdrop which, sadly, has fallen into disrepair?

Neighbors object to the sagging local economy based on free, flat-busted-budget keychains?

Crawford citizens evicted the free-loadin’ fella camped in the kitchen?

No clue….

I just report ‘um as i sees ‘um…