A distinguished anthropomorphic owl, perched atop a weathered saloon table. He wears a sharp pinstripe suit, a crisp white shirt, and a meticulously tied bow tie. A gold pocket watch gleams from his vest, and his spectacles rest on the bridge of his beak. In his talons, he clutches a ledger book, filled with meticulously recorded transactions. The saloon is bustling with activity, cowboys and prospectors crowding around the bar. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and sawdust. The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty street.
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