A recurrent underlying theme, stirred up by the restless hooves of the alpaca in the dustbowl soil conditions of Trans Ranch, is the absence of any real commitment towards the future of the place.
The stove, which was ruined within weeks, and will probably have to be replaced by the end of the year, epitomises this mindset. A stove is an important and expensive asset. If our stunning and brave rainbow ranchers were genuine in their dedication towards building a successful and sustainable transsexual alpaca farm, with its own bespoke pronouns, then they would be taking more care of their equipment which is tragically aging faster than Jonathan Yaniv.
Then there are the various shanty-town inspired fabrications that have sprung up around the ranch, many of which would have formed naturally if a big pile of plywood had been left out in a strong wind. If I was going to make an outdoor shower, then I would consult a few websites or some YouTube videos to get an idea of how to build something that was robust and was going to see me through a few years. The construction work taking place intermittently on the ranch is wilfully inept, both in the choice of materials and in the execution. They are wasting money on crap that is unfit for purpose and is going to either fall down within months, or generate biblical clouds of mould spores.
Finally, very little effort is being made to build a working knowledge of animal husbandry. I suppose that finding the hours to research their livestock, as opposed to discovering hard, inescapable truths by trial and error, through the educational medium of dead alpacas, would eat into the time they spend posing with their guns on social media, which is the only thing keeping the mythical white supremacist militias hunkered down in foxholes, just behind the horizon line. The animals on the ranch feel more like accessories. I am sure that if the alpaca were small enough to fit inside tiny purses, then their keepers would be parading around town with them.
I am not a farmer, although I have played Harvest Moon DS, so I know the importance of befriending the local woodcutter and rescuing harvest spites. It strikes me that any farmer, working outside of the dated parameters of the Nintendo DS, will have one cold eye turned permanently on the future, as opposed to paying lip service in that direction.
The denizens of the Tenacious Unicorn Ranch might think that they are working diligently towards the long-term prosperity of their smallholding, but their actions say otherwise.