Through the mud of Fox Island in Puget Sound clumps a stubby and sturdy woman wearing a vibrant green baseball cap, a gold and green sweatsuit, and a T shirt emblazoned SAVE OUR FISHING FLEET. Beaming happily, she feeds her Beltsville White turkeys (one of which she will later carve with gusto at her table); points proudly to three eggs freshly laid by her Rhode Island Red hens; strokes her pet sow, which is ready to have piglets and then become part of her larder; hails her...
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