If you remember, I said awhile back that I thought the farm people were planning something special. And that I thought it might involve baths and bunny ears. Remember? Well, I was right. Yep, this little donkey is pretty smart and can figure things out, let me tell you. I suspected that something was up when all of the farm people showed up on Friday evening. They kept bringing table after table into the barn and they walked around with clip boards and paper and pens and they seemed pretty worried that it was supposed to rain on Saturday. Then, when I saw the pink, satin bunny ears I knew something important was going to happen.
In a previous post I clearly stated my position on bunny ears. So you can bet that while I was in my stall watching and listening to all of this, I was counting how many pair of those ears they had and trying to do math in my head to figure out how many of us were going to get them. You can bet your bottom dollar I was praying that my new halter was not going to be touched… I’m quite sure that I even stopped eating my hay for awhile because of the suspense, and because I was doing math in my head, and it’s hard to do all of that and eat too. Well, I am pleased to report that all of the boy horses all got bunny ears and that -- drum roll, please -- Yours Truly did not, which is very important because it proves that, indeed, I have some real clout around this place and that I undoubtedly have the best ears on the farm. So I was elated when my brand new halter was not touched and that last extra pair of bunny ears went back in the plastic bag that said Michaels. I knew at that moment I was going to be spared emotional pain and public humiliation. My buddies, however, were not so fortunate. Oh well, they should have taken a stand much earlier. They should have followed my lead and listened to me. Maybe someday they’ll learn that I know a thing or two, even though I’m short.
We were up half the night, wondering what was going on. On Saturday morning all of the farm people showed up again. They put up tents and signs and they filled up all of those tables. There were things for sale (remember the stuffed rescue horses?) and you just knew that someone worked really hard to get all that stuff ready. And there was food, food and more food. Honestly, someone put a lot of time into cooking and baking, that’s for sure. There was chili and popcorn and fancy, specially-decorated horse cookies and the most beautiful cupcakes and cakes in the entire world! And then… when all of the work was done…. We had a party!!!!!!!
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Why, oh why, can't donkeys have cupcakes? |
We had lots and lots of company in the pouring rain and it was very awesome and wonderful and no one seemed to mind even a little bit that it was quite soggy out. Lots of wonderful children came to meet us and eat hot dogs and get their faces painted and look for Easter eggs in the barn and ride the horses when the rain drops slowed down a little bit. People came and asked questions about the farm and what we do, and many of them wanted to know how they could help us. Yep, there sure were lots of nice people that showed up. Some of them even drove from far away, just for us, imagine that…
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Our new friends |
So it was a great day and a great party and everyone who came thought this was a great and wonderful place. The farm people were very, very happy because all of their hard work paid off and the people who came to visit seemed to have a good time, even though it was raining like it did when Noah built his ark. And we were all happy because we had a very interesting Saturday, hanging out in our warm, dry stalls and meeting lots of new friends. It sure was something. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.
But first, we all need naps…
Love,
Donkey
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