Villager: Horace
Ripper
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Villager Info
ID: #109951
Name: Horace
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Herbalist
Owner: MizzVizz
Species: Owl
Color: Great Horned
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
"SCREEEE!
...Oh. Sorry if I gave you a snap, chap. Fer folks like me, it's hard to tell the stupid animals from the smart ones 'till the catch starts screaming. Keep off the plants, though. That's mah bait. Those little crop-chewing rodents taste so much more satisfying when you catch them in the act. Just watch how easy this one goes down! Gulp!
Ahh. Name's Horace, by the way. I can tell you're new around here, 'cause you haven't heard about the best gardener in Olde Foxbury yet. Just look how high these stalks climb! Perfect vantage points for snatching up some tender little morsels. Yessir, these crops are a forest in and of themselves.
Never lost a harvest to critters, you know. Except that one who sued. Bah; a leg's a superfluous limb when you've got three more. Some folks just don't understand the stakes of defendin' your livelihood.
You're going? Well, I've got my garden to attend to, anyway. Just tell my darlin' Vilod I said hello on the way out. Buh-bye!"
...Oh. Sorry if I gave you a snap, chap. Fer folks like me, it's hard to tell the stupid animals from the smart ones 'till the catch starts screaming. Keep off the plants, though. That's mah bait. Those little crop-chewing rodents taste so much more satisfying when you catch them in the act. Just watch how easy this one goes down! Gulp!
Ahh. Name's Horace, by the way. I can tell you're new around here, 'cause you haven't heard about the best gardener in Olde Foxbury yet. Just look how high these stalks climb! Perfect vantage points for snatching up some tender little morsels. Yessir, these crops are a forest in and of themselves.
Never lost a harvest to critters, you know. Except that one who sued. Bah; a leg's a superfluous limb when you've got three more. Some folks just don't understand the stakes of defendin' your livelihood.
You're going? Well, I've got my garden to attend to, anyway. Just tell my darlin' Vilod I said hello on the way out. Buh-bye!"
