The Farm

We used to have a different farm.
Well--it wasn't Ours, of course, but it was where we played, and petted, and climbed, and baa'd.

Now we have one where we help children hold bunnies, and clean out cages, and shovel the dirty straw from the wheelbarrow and into the dumpster.

There are alpacas, and piggies, and sheep and goats.  Donkeys, horses, cows, and ducks.

 

There is a farmer, his staff, and his volunteers.
That's our job.

 

I'd say life is just right.