

“That pretty much takes care of the auction and catering. I roll my eyes at the pun, though I’m not entirely sure he was trying to make one. Kwikee’s Print Shop agreed to print all our flyers and posters pro bono, I’ve got tons of people giving us stuff for the silent auction, and the folks at Main Street Bakery are already dreaming up dolphin-shaped cookies and starfish-topped cakes for our dessert.” He shifts an inch closer and looks down at the notebook. They want to move on from this as quickly as possible.” He shrugs. Farms that have been certified humane this time. “But we weren’t planning to do a vegetarian menu, other than for guests who request it, and Blue’s assured me that they’ve already established some new relationships with local farms. “I know, there’s an irony here,” says Quint. But … do you think it will look bad for us to partner with them so soon after they’ve been involved with this huge scandal? I mean … animal cruelty, health violations … and we’re an animal rescue center.” I appreciate your hard work with Blue’s Burgers, and this is an awesome donation they’ve agreed to. I tap my pen against my lip, staring out at the ocean. Pretty cool, right? It’s like all that social-studies-in-action stuff that Mrs. “Remember that petition thing I was telling you about? I guess activists have been trying to get these farms shut down for years, and it’s finally paid off.

“Morgan actually helped draw attention to the story,” Quint adds. I’m staring at Quint, but all I’m seeing is that billboard and the spray-painted X. That farm was just fined for some pretty big health-code violations.” He shudders. “They were importing their meat from some factory farm, despite their whole advertising schtick-grass-fed, pasture-raised, free-range … whatever.
