Hey Deanna, so today’s gonna be my last day.
No, I’m going back to school.
Night school.
Mostly, though, I just don’t want to breed beavers anymore.
Honestly? The tails. And their teeth.
I thought it would be different, that’s all.
More cuddly, I guess?
I know you warned me from the beginning, but I thought what I thought.
I was naive.
No, I’m not going to start working at that Muskrat place.
I promise.
Because I’m not like that, Deanna.
It’s not my way.
Of course this wasn’t about the hat.
I would have bought one anyway.
Without the discount.
I’m sorry. I know this puts you in a bind.
No, I won’t badmouth the farm.
Sorry…I won’t badmouth the dam.
