Not My Circus

Folks keep dumpin' their furry friends here like I know what I'm doin'. And then they blame me if they come back and their horse or wolf or... Whatever they brought is dead or ran off. What do I look like, I'm runnin' a charity?

You look like you know your way around a trough. Mind whippin' me up some grub I can use to keep these beasties in check?

If you can't make it yourself, someone might be willin' to sell you some. And hurry! Last thing I need is a stampede of hungry animals.