Mysterious Phone Call

I received the most mysterious phone call. My phone rang from a number I did not recognize, but I get a lot of those from delivery people and contractors so I answered it. A friendly man with a thick Asian accent said, "Hello, I heard you have Yak, correct?" "Yes, I have Yaks." I answered somewhat surprised. He continued, "I came all the way from Australia to [my state's capitol] to ride a Yak. I heard you have a Yak, and I would like to ride it. I can pay you a lot of money."

Needless to say I was quite confused. How did this person get my phone number? How did they know I have yaks? My state is not known for yaks and I live four hours' drive from the capitol. Though not impossible, still highly unlikely that a man with an Asian accent would be from Australia and then come to my obscure state of all places for tourism? I'm so confused!

So I said, "I do have yaks but they aren't trained, you can't ride them. They aren't very friendly." Which is the God's Truth. Also, burned once from my stalker from decades ago, I was careful not to give any useful information by accident. He seemed like he was surprised by this answer, "Oh? Not trained? Not friendly? I cannot ride them?" 

"No, sorry, I wish they were ridable, I would love to ride them myself, but I can't." 

He was very disappointed but wished me everlasting health and blessings. haha. I kid you not! You can't make this stuff up. I can't help but think this is some kind of elaborate scam, but how could that work? I don't understand it. Maybe he wanted to coax my location out of me so he could come and steal my yaks? Could it have been legit, or is that naive? I heard that about a black market of meat, people come in the night or when the home is unoccupied and steal people's horses and other exotic animals so that they can sell them on the meat market. But why me? Why not go to some other state that is more well known for having many Yak ranches? 

He never called back and no one ever showed up. Which is a relief. But what on Earth was that all about?

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