The Western Standards: Vol. 5
I see you’re back. Well, what can I say? I do good when it comes to keeping people alive, it’s a talent, and don’t you see how rich I’m getting? It’s something extraordinary indeed. Nevertheless, since you’re here and you’ve handed me these...Three dollars? People pay for crows and they expect a huge turkey...All right, it’s still something. Now, I told you about people and other animals before, but next what I have in mind is the pets of West End.

That’s right, if you didn’t know, your Criollo can be the cause of your death. You don’t believe me? Of course you don’t, I forgot I’m the only sane one around here. Not just your Criollo, any pet for that matter. You see, you would remember the day you bought your pet, right? Stocked a lot of money, waited, thought which one of those beasts would suit best to provide you company, yes, yes, all of them have the same story, really, so there’s no use if you deny this is not the thought you gave before getting yourself a pet.

That’s the point, you had to stock money for it. It’s very easy to get yourself a feral street dog and call it man’s best friend, yes, but the real thing is when you get that one furry puppy that you know you wanted all your life, but never knew how much you needed it until you truly bought it.

But that’s the point, animals in West End are NOT cheap. Do you have the slightest inkling how difficult it is to acquire animals for the store-owners? No, you obviously don’t. We’re devoid of everything and here you are spending your ‘riches’ on animals. I don’t know what to say.

Since the amount of value animals have, it’s almost natural that they will come for your poor little babies, once you least expect it. Stealing them and selling them further to get rich. They don’t care about your pets, and you shouldn’t either. Sell them while you still have the time or you would end up as a victim to this peculiar thievery. What do you think will happen when you refuse to let them take your buddy, or put up a fight? You’ll win, you say? Hah, stop dreaming losers, you need to be safe, you don’t want to be sorry.
Last note
That was all for today. I'll see you in the next edition where we tackle a new threat to your life and learning to live alongside it. Catch you later, townsmen! Another town calls me for my wisdom, some that actually pay better.
"One day you shall thank me for saving your life. That day comes soon."

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