You know you live in a small town when...

When your rooster gets out and a guy on the other side of town calls because there's a buff Orpington menace cowering under his porch with half his tail feathers gone after a dog grabbed him
 
When you ask for directions and it goes something like this --- you turn left on the good hard road, go about a mile then turn right on the hard road, then follow that around for a piece and around the curve you'll turn on the rock road.....☺️
 
When the neighbor sets your field on fire because he was burning a deer carcass on a dry July day and the first you hear of it is when you see plumes of black billowing smoke coming from your line of pine trees, so you run to go see what's going on and the neighbor has his sons out there beating the fire with pans telling you to stay back so you and your sister go running and screaming and yelling to your mom and bring up buckets of water and someone calls the fire department. Meanwhile, your dad's out and about somewhere for work and randomly, really randomly, runs across a guy telling his buddies "Yeah, just got paged, some guy's house is on fire up in *village name*, I'm heading out." and your dad goes "Yeah, that's my place" and they say "Great, lead the way" (that's the "small town" part) and they get there and by the time they've arrived your dad has reasoned he doesn't need to beat the neighbor because really, he did want that portion of the field cleared anyways, and the fire's been put out successfully and the neighbor now owes you a brisket (he never paid up). Then your dad starts mowing a fire break as a total joke just to tell the neighbor, when he asks "Hey! How do you like my fire break?", but he never asks and moves out and now you have a full ten acre perimeter fire line and it's actually pretty convenient and no one else has set your field on fire since then.
 

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