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Winnifred McSnee remembers the old days. The days before <town>'s main street looked like a row of empty, splintering boxes. The days when lords and ladies strolled down the lane bedecked in the latest fashions, and destriers were more common than mules. She was young in the heyday of <town>, only a slip of a girl in truth, but those memories carry her through each and every day. She has watched her beloved hamlet slip into disrepair and disarray, and she cannot - she will not tolerate it any longer.

There is finally a small ray of hope - a new group seems to have come into ownership of <Inn Name>, the old Inn. This group seems shrewed, not like the buffoons that ran the place into the ground and left town with their heads hanging. Winnie owns a sizable chicken coop which, although a pittance compared to the stables that her father ran in the town's golden age, provides her with enough to live on. She has received an order for a half-dozen birds from the new owners of the inn, and sets off across the street to say hello. Her hip aches - it has since her 40th nameday - but she'll find out about these kids and their intentions with regard to the town soon enough, she is sure of that.

Her daddy raised no fools.