My earliest memories were of a ranch, just east of the city of Portland, near a little jumble of buildings called Boring. The ranch was run by my father, a large man with an even larger smile, and my mother, who died when I was still young. After her death, my brothers and I helped with the running of the ranch, which while hard at first, only got easier as we got older, and more hands came to help.
I might as well mention that the animals we were taking care of at the range were not the cows and sheep common on other ranches. No, they were really something else. All sorts of exotic and foreign creatures, all found within and around the community of Boring. We kept every manner of canine from hounds to wolves, bears ranging from grizzly to polar, all kinds of birds, and even a genuine crocodile from God knows where. How they all ended up in our ranch is a question that I don't think I'll live to see an answer to.
That ranch full of weird animals was called Wilson's Wildlife Conservation, and it was my home until a dreary autumn night in '77.
STARRING
Fae Wilson as Felix, the daughter of Timothy Wilson, and
Tim Wilson as Timothy, a Union soldier who fought in the New Mexico territory against the 8th Texas Cavalry, and then started a ranch near Portland after the end of the war.
Fae Wilson as Timothy's daughter, Felix, who helps him wrangle animals on his journeys across the wild west.
SCP-3466 as the snake oil selling crows.
SCP-610 as the fleshy appendages within the old church.