Jaeda Randal can't quite figure out just when her life went cattywampus, but if she concentrated really hard she'd say Boots the cat or Bandit the turkey were to blame. For some reason, Bandit ran off Jaeda's last beau, well, the closest she'd ever come to having one, and before that her gentleman friend had been allergic to cat hair. Everything else in her young life seemed to border on immense happiness, even the bench gang that sat in front of the drug store and ice cream shop. All six of the gang had proposed marriage and she'd accepted each one, teasing their respective wives that she would move in soon. Jaeda loved her little country town; she loved her craft store, but something was missing. Not just her tall, dark and handsome, but Boots had become reluctant to go outside and Bandit lost his gobbling voice. Even the mallard ducks that came to the edge of her lawn for feeding, now stayed on the other side of the pond. Jaeda considered the task before her. She would find out what shenanigans her animals were involved in and set things right. After all, Boots and Bandit were family.
