Dearest Mr. Farthington,
I write to you because I have too many oxen these days, and I am unable to sell them off. The market has really taken a turn on livestock sales, and I can’t keep taking care of all of them without slowly pawning off my more valuable possessions (a headshot signed by Mickey Mantle, a baseball signed by Mickey Rooney, a gold-plated casserole dish, to name a few).
Soon it will come to pass that I need to sell off a portion of my land just to get by, so I have no choice but to put a number of my oxen up for adoption. They’re very well-mannered, and can do some serious heavy lifting. They’re not used to being treated as beasts of burden, as I’ve spoiled them a fair bit. If you know anybody with a pasture and a loving home who may be looking for oxen, please let them know that my animals will make great companions who don’t need much entertaining other than the occasional puppet show.
Thank you for your kind consideration–