"I dropped by my local butcher’s shop the other day in search of something good for dinner, but the door was locked, the lights were out and there was a sign in the window:
“Gone moose hunting. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Not nearly as sorry as I was, but I should have guessed. It’s that time of year again in rural Ontario — hunting season.
Not a good time to need a butcher, plumber, electrician or contractor. I wouldn’t suggest having a house fire either. The boys — and their long guns — are out in the woods."
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