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The Wilson family had always had an affinity for animals. Ever since little Dan (or Don) Wilson's first trip to the old petting zoo - however marred with tragedy it may have been - he had felt a kinship with all beasts. After recovering from grievous stomping injuries, little Dan began work on his first snare. Sure, it may have caught more children than animals, and most of them were himself, but it was the Plymouth Rock upon which he would inevitably land the Titanic of his greater vision for all animal kind. Several decades and a myriad of narrowly avoided lawsuits later, Iowa had its first well established animal sanctuary, rife with the creatures of the wild that needed Dan (or Don)'s protection from the encroachment of civilization. All of Iowa's native fauna were there: lions, giraffes, alpine ibexes and also a well oiled immigrant worker Dan had found at a little underpass bar called the Manhole. But no matter how many animals Dan (or Don) could save, there always existed the lingering knowledge that the world would not survive without him. One day, however, in the deepest, manholiest store in Iowa, he found it: Dog Sitter. Sweet memories of that first stampede at the petting zoo came rushing back to him. Blood swelled and filled various regions of his body, and he felt renewed purpose. This would be his new first step. Soon, Iowa's largest wildlife preserve would be expanding. Next: Wisconsin. After that, the World!

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