I think that someone needs to find those kids and get them in a youth center, preferably one run by a reformed ex-con whose life went downhill shortly after taking part in a similar activity, who can help them turn their lives around through basketball, teamwork, and by standing up to the
ne'erdowells who started this thing. (Perhaps I have been watching a little too much Walker, Texas Ranger.) Looks like Mark is going to have to do something about this, though I do wonder how much support he'll get from the community since they're advertising this, I would hope, illegal, event at the local post office. (This is why you should be wary of people with mutton chops, or those who appear to be trying to grow them. First they'll steal your dog, then they'll make you pay a ransom for its safe return, and then if you don't, they'll make it fight a raccoon tied to a log in the middle of a pond.)
Oh yeah, the wetland. Gee, in all of the excitement of dog and raccoon fighting I forgot about the disappearing wetland and all of the creatures in danger because of that (although really, I wouldn't call it fighting when the goal seems to be to drown one or the other. Seems more like baiting, but I guess fighting is a more acceptable term, if there can be one.). We'd better hope that Mark is an excellent multi-
tasker, or that these two seemingly unrelated things are in fact related. (In this comic, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.) Good thing Mark brought his laptop and decided to Google wetland destruction and land developers. It brought him right to the offending party. Amazing thing, that
Internet. (Now it's really only a matter of time before he finds out the truth about Shelly, unless that whole raccoon/dog fighting thing gets in the way.)
I knew it! I just knew there had to be a law against that (and since no one seems to be enforcing it, can the appearance of a crooked sheriff be far behind?). Wait a minute. Pop, if you've heard that it goes on, then don't you know that it goes on? Might you know something else too that perhaps our intrepid woodsman doesn't? He's not accusing you of taking part in these things, but the way you just answered that question isn't going to make you seem completely innocent either. Oh the intrigue! The suspense! (The question of just how long all of this is going to be drawn out and what other twisted characters and events will enter the field.)
I think that someone needs to find those kids and get them in a youth center, preferably one run by a reformed ex-con whose life went downhill shortly after taking part in a similar activity, who can help them turn their lives around through basketball, teamwork, and by standing up to the ne'erdowells who started this thing. (Perhaps I have been watching a little too much Walker, Texas Ranger.) Looks like Mark is going to have to do something about this, though I do wonder how much support he'll get from the community since they're advertising this, I would hope, illegal, event at the local post office. (This is why you should be wary of people with mutton chops, or those who appear to be trying to grow them. First they'll steal your dog, then they'll make you pay a ransom for its safe return, and then if you don't, they'll make it fight a raccoon tied to a log in the middle of a pond.)
Oh yeah, the wetland. Gee, in all of the excitement of dog and raccoon fighting I forgot about the disappearing wetland and all of the creatures in danger because of that (although really, I wouldn't call it fighting when the goal seems to be to drown one or the other. Seems more like baiting, but I guess fighting is a more acceptable term, if there can be one.). We'd better hope that Mark is an excellent multi-tasker, or that these two seemingly unrelated things are in fact related. (In this comic, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised.) Good thing Mark brought his laptop and decided to Google wetland destruction and land developers. It brought him right to the offending party. Amazing thing, that Internet. (Now it's really only a matter of time before he finds out the truth about Shelly, unless that whole raccoon/dog fighting thing gets in the way.) 
I knew it! I just knew there had to be a law against that (and since no one seems to be enforcing it, can the appearance of a crooked sheriff be far behind?). Wait a minute. Pop, if you've heard that it goes on, then don't you know that it goes on? Might you know something else too that perhaps our intrepid woodsman doesn't? He's not accusing you of taking part in these things, but the way you just answered that question isn't going to make you seem completely innocent either. Oh the intrigue! The suspense! (The question of just how long all of this is going to be drawn out and what other twisted characters and events will enter the field.)
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