At first I didn't think much of it, sure, I was a little freaked, but who wouldn't be if a penguin was lurking outside their house with a spade? I was sure he wouldn't do anything to me though, that is, until I found this dumped in the town hall trash receptacle:
I think I'll sell Boomer that red snapper after all.
Also, whenever I happen to overhear two animals immersed in conversation, that's when they always seem to reveal their darker side - almost as if they don't trust me enough yet to confide in me their past, present and future crimes.
I don't know about you, but I think Booker and Copper should worry a little less about what's entering the town, and worry a little more about what's already entered the town. I'm not quite sure this town is really ideal to carry out my plan, but then again, once I've earned the animals' trust, it may be more perfect than I ever dared dream.
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