So when it comes to the different farms around Walker Creek, the Jones farm was definitely the biggest one there is. It was a very large piece of property, provided probably 25% of the town economy by itself, dominated the farmers market every week, all that. I didn't go up there much, wasn't a farmer or anything in the end, but I had to go to drop off a few shirts that Julia had sewn up earlier that day. They were very paranoid people, came out with guns at their side, took the shirts, rushed back inside and slammed the door on me. Most of the town had stereotypical small town hospitality, they obviously did not. When I was leaving, I heard this animal calling out. Wasn't a normal farm animal or anything, it was like...a screech. Sounded like it was coming from inside the house. What I'm guessing is that they had some animal illegally captured, trying to tame it as a pet or maybe eat it, hell if I know. Anyway, that was just something strange that I found worth sharing. There's no rhyme or reason to this blog, I hope y'all know that by this point.
- Trevor
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