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Welcome to the town of Pig Whistle! Just this side of where Missouri, Oklahoma, and Kansas meet. We sure do hope you enjoy your stay! Let us know if you need anything, okay?
Now we know our little town is probably less than what you're used to. We just got our little trailer park on top of the hill, and the little bitty town at the bottom, with our little creek running between the two. Then we got the Forest; acres and acres of beautiful woodland surrounding it all.
The trailer park is called the Harlequin's Cove (named after the duck, not the Clown). About half the town lives in the Cove. The most fascinating people you'll ever meet live there. But if you come visit you want to stay at the top of the hill. The trailers at the bottom down by the creek have the shapeshifters living there. Oh, they're nice enough people, but they're just kind of strange, if you think about it. I mean, they keep to themselves and everything. But you know how it is. The less said about them them better.
And along the creek that divides the town from the trailer park is a little brick path. And where that path meets the main highway is the town's bar. The Kicking Mule. You know you're at the Kicking Mule because it's got a statue of a Kicking Mule just outside. That's where you'll find everyone on a Saturday night. Your always welcome to join us! "Enter as strangers and leave his friends", that's what we always say around here!