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This isn’t just any shop. This is the ranch owned by a pair of fairly odd anthros—you're not lost, are you? Well, if you aren’t lost, I suppose you’re wondering what we sell here, right?
Quite simply, we sell the critters we found on the land our ranch is built on; they’re all (er, mostly) quite friendly, and seem to enjoy human company…so we figure why not unite the public with them?
They are herd animals and require the contact of others of their species, so once you purchase one it will be added to our herd, where you can come visit it at any time. Buying a pet automatically qualifies you to become a ranch hand and help, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to—we understand.
They can’t talk with humans or anthros, we’ve discovered, but whenever I (Fenshae) am romping about in my full-thylacine were form, I can swear I hear the vaguest hum of telepathic conversation—so maybe they all communicate telepathically amongst themselves? Who knows. I DO know that occasionally, Badgercall has seen what she SWEARS are anthro creatures…but I think that’s probably just her fanciful, daydreaming mind.
We’re always finding new species, and we’re always happy to harbor guests—if you came all the way out here, you might as well stay a little while. Karma! Fetch these folk some tea, will you? Now…come along, let’s show you around.
Species currently up for sale: The Tarillo, a unique mix of cow and armadillo. ...don't ask how that happened.
Flatsales: four eggs now up!
Auctions: None
Raffles: Nope
Contsts: Niet
Customs: Closed
</center>This isn’t just any shop. This is the ranch owned by a pair of fairly odd anthros—you're not lost, are you? Well, if you aren’t lost, I suppose you’re wondering what we sell here, right?
Quite simply, we sell the critters we found on the land our ranch is built on; they’re all (er, mostly) quite friendly, and seem to enjoy human company…so we figure why not unite the public with them?
They are herd animals and require the contact of others of their species, so once you purchase one it will be added to our herd, where you can come visit it at any time. Buying a pet automatically qualifies you to become a ranch hand and help, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to—we understand.
They can’t talk with humans or anthros, we’ve discovered, but whenever I (Fenshae) am romping about in my full-thylacine were form, I can swear I hear the vaguest hum of telepathic conversation—so maybe they all communicate telepathically amongst themselves? Who knows. I DO know that occasionally, Badgercall has seen what she SWEARS are anthro creatures…but I think that’s probably just her fanciful, daydreaming mind.
We’re always finding new species, and we’re always happy to harbor guests—if you came all the way out here, you might as well stay a little while. Karma! Fetch these folk some tea, will you? Now…come along, let’s show you around.
Story
We, Anita Fenshae, the were-thylacine, and Karma Badgercall, the anthro squirrel, were never exactly normal; honestly, we’re pretty much kooky and eccentric. So, of course, it made perfectly good sense for us to move out to the edge of the suburbs, into an old abandoned inn in the country, and renovate it to live in.
One night, we were sitting on the back porch, watching the sun go down—and right into our backyard comes lumbering this odd little creature, and starts grazing a few yards from us.
“What is it?” I—Fenshae—was leaning forward to stare at it. It didn’t take heed.
“Beats me…looks like a cow mixed with an armadillo, sort of…ish…”
“Yeah, yeah, I can see that…or…”
So—of course—we investigated. Come to find out, there was a whole herd of these strange critters in the rolling fields, meadows, and distant woods around our land. We also discovered that they were, on average (there’s always a bad seed…) quite friendly and seemed to enjoy our contact.
“What should we do with them?” It was Badgercall again, and she was looking in awe as one of them started licking her hand. “Just…let them run around?”
“No, that’d be stupid.” I was leaning against a tree with one’s head in my lap; lord but these were friendly. “Let’s claim a percentage of their children and sell them to people!”
And so it began.
One night, we were sitting on the back porch, watching the sun go down—and right into our backyard comes lumbering this odd little creature, and starts grazing a few yards from us.
“What is it?” I—Fenshae—was leaning forward to stare at it. It didn’t take heed.
“Beats me…looks like a cow mixed with an armadillo, sort of…ish…”
“Yeah, yeah, I can see that…or…”
So—of course—we investigated. Come to find out, there was a whole herd of these strange critters in the rolling fields, meadows, and distant woods around our land. We also discovered that they were, on average (there’s always a bad seed…) quite friendly and seemed to enjoy our contact.
“What should we do with them?” It was Badgercall again, and she was looking in awe as one of them started licking her hand. “Just…let them run around?”
“No, that’d be stupid.” I was leaning against a tree with one’s head in my lap; lord but these were friendly. “Let’s claim a percentage of their children and sell them to people!”
And so it began.
Species currently up for sale: The Tarillo, a unique mix of cow and armadillo. ...don't ask how that happened.
News
8/9/04--first flatsale!
8/5/04--The shop gets built
8/5/04--The shop gets built
Flatsales: four eggs now up!
Auctions: None
Raffles: Nope
Contsts: Niet
Customs: Closed
