A while back we were meandering through West Gardiner to where, I don't recall, but we came across this vacancy sign. Was this a couples only resort?
No, we discovered... it was a horse motel (OK... OK... a stable...) with accommodations by the month.
Then this white-bearded guy came out to greet us. His name was Jerry.
"Please," he pleaded (or was that bleated?), "won't you feed my kids?"