I thought they was outhouses but turns out they have these here talking machines called telephones in them. Diane's feller tried to lock me in but I got him later when we went to this big building with lots of stuff in it. That included a horse made out of rock, only they forgot the legs and ears.
At least the horse has a head--that's more than I can say for some of those stone people. Maybe it's why they couldn't read that there rock.
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