Where’s Lumpy?

The skinny: new neighbors move to the country for the bucolic atmosphere, pastoral views, ‘nall that other crap in the realtor’s brochure. They quickly realize that hay has to be cut to feed the beasts in that picturesque pasture, which said beasts quickly convert to nature’s own fertilizer, which draws flies. New neighbors complain to farmer, who generously offers to build a fence if they’ll pay for half the cost. New neighbors decline fence (after all, it’ll spoil the view).

Farmer builds a nice fence anyway. Neighbors decline comment.

Sooner or later they’ll figure out that with their greater numbers they can take control of the local zoning board and outlaw stink and flies. Their brief victory is stymied when the remaining farmers sell out, and the formerly gorgeous backyard view becomes a view of a newer neighbor’s newer backyard.