He had a dream, he explained. He had a property in mind that he was going to convert into a shelter for stray animals. It was abandoned property. Once upon a time it had been an old movie set where they filmed spaghetti westerns. Nobody wanted it because there was some kind of problem with back taxes.

“We can live there for free,” Deacon told them.

“Far out,” said Francis, chewing on the ends of his beard, contemplating the possibilities.

“Will we all live together in peace and harmony?” Clare asked tentatively.

“That's the whole idea,” Deacon assured her. “It’s going to be just like a commune in the 60’s.

After we get the place fixed up, we're going to start bringing in furry creatures where they can live in solidarity without fear of starving, freezing in the rain, getting hit by cars, and being abused day in and day out. It’ll be strictly an open door policy. Just show up and we'll take it from there.

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