I want to live in Ottawa. I want to someday move to the racially diverse city of Toronto, where I’m told people of African, Asian, Middle-Eastern an... Latin American descent are close to outnumbering the Caucasians. The cities of Ajax and Brampton also appeal to me due to their racial diversity. Racially diverse towns are cool. Lily-white towns are not. Minority-dominated towns are terrific. Now that’s what I like. What am I going to do all day in the city of Orleans, folks? Walking around this. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed. It was heartless and, as it turned out, pointless too.Jimmy had only just moved to London. His childhood had been spent in a small village in Kent. Appledore, quaint and old world, slept in the lowlands of the county with a flint build church and spire the biggest thing about the place apart from the orchards that gave the place its name.Everyone knew each other, knew their family and pretty much all of their business as well. Village life is very close knit. Secrets have no part in the. Old Blackfeather was sitting on the hay racks as the horses came running for the fresh food. Some of the antelope came right up with the horses to eat hay.“I think we need another load of hay if we’re feeding an extra twenty head,” Kyle said, laughing.“We’ll go get it!” Caitlin yelled. She was in the tractor seat and had it started before Kyle and me could get around the hay rack.“Yahoo!” Phile yelled. They had their guns in the scabbards and were putting toward the barn.“It’s all still a game.