Skimming doesn't begin to describe it, Cathy.
Just one story I later heard: Some friends had taken three lambs to that place. Got a phone call to come pick up their meat. While they stood there, watching him package some of the scraniest, nastiest looking lamb in the world, their 7 year old daugter wandered in the back. She came in yelling, "mommy, mommy, Flopsy is out back."
Sure enough, he had their animals in a pen, and trying to pass off this crap as theirs.
A gonif of the first order!
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