My friend Chav Paderborn often has some funny, dorky or eclectic ideas. Her new dabbling is taking a below-the-belt swing against the latest fashion of breedable pets. In a humorous way she built a stall selling breedable prims, along with outrageous food bills and the promise of super rare items. Everybody who has heard about breedable pets - even hardcore breeders I talked to - could not help but chuckle about this piece of art.Except my landlord.
Less than 24 hours after I have set up the stall on my land, it got returned to me without any comment. After inquiring, I got the one-liner "breedables are not allowed on our estates" back.
Mind you, Chav's creation does not actually breed. Nor does it actually sell anything. It only includes one script at all, reacting to touch, and giving you one of the plywood cubes shown on the image.
Yet my landlord saw "breedable", and in best established shoot-first-ask-later fashion, returned the object.
Sometimes, actually LOOKING and READING first, and if in doubt, ASKING next, would do the trick.
Oh well...
