eastrea
Eastrea is a town so small, your dog knows everyone’s business. There’s nothing to buy but bread, and you have to walk a mile to get it. They have two parks but no cops, and somehow people are too lazy to steal anything every two seconds.
I walked a mile for bread and it was the same bread my dog eats.
My neighbor’s dog knows my secrets and tells everyone.
There’s two parks and no cops. People just sit on benches and stare.