The Fauna

Granted, this ain't Africa, but it's the center of something and we've shore got our share of flies in this neck of the woulds, shoulds and coulds.

Sometimes we saddle 'em up and ride 'em to work if the truck's broke down and old Rex loves to chase them suckers for miles, belching up that city breath and knocking 'em dead until his stomach explodes with information.

Yessir, this shore is good country when the weather's right.