Photo by Cyndy
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Today was the day. Mel could feel it in his bones. He told Alice as they stood at the fence waiting for their morning hay. The blue sky shimmered even though it was still early morning. From their usual vantage point they could see the man come out of the house below. He paused on the porch to scratch under his arms. Mel snorted and pawed the ground. If today was the day, then he wanted to get on with it.
Alice thought about why they were escaping. The man was kind enough, but he didn't pet them or bring them carrots, like the little boy used to, where they lived before. He just brought them food, hitched them to the plow, and expected them to pull it. He brushed them down in the evening, fed and watered them, and expected to do the same the next morning. Mel thought this was an insult to his intelligence. Besides, he missed the carrots.
Finally the man ambled off to the barn. Mel and Alice trotted over to the gate. After another long wait, the man came out of the barn carrying a hay bale on a pitchfork. He ambled over to the field gate, chuckling at the burros' impatience. "You two sure are in a hurry today." He set down his load and began to open the gate, still chuckling. "Just hold your horses," he said, chortling at his own wit. "Your food is coming."
He opened the gate and turned away to pick up the pitchfork handle again. Mel brayed and charged head down. He caught the man in the midsection and knocked him down. Mel didn't stop but kept on going, running down the hillside. Alice followed, avoiding the man struggling on the ground. They ran together towards the rising sun. Mel brayed, "I knew we could do it! Now for our old home and carrots!"
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7 comments:
The two of them looked soo cute that I had to pull my truck over. When I approach they see I have carrots in my hand and the come a bit closer. What a beautiful day it is and carry carrots to gnosh on is the perfect day for these two.
But here is how I got to where I am ....
"Hey, hey here's that truck with the lady with the carrots, man come over here....look cute."
"Man, why do I have to go with you?"
"Look that is the truck with the lady in it, she has carrots and sometimes sugar cubes aka crack for animals."
"SUGAR CUBES I am all over that man, why didn't you say that in the first place?!!"
"Shut-up, here she comes, she thinks we don't talk and I don't want to freak her out."
I like the vibrance of colors and the scenario of this photo!!!
Looking to the other side of the fence, the two of them stood and talked about their plan to get those apples.
Just beyond their reach, those shiny red apples rested every so brilliantly upon that tree.
"How'sa 'bout I jump up on yur back, Harvey?"
"NO WAY! How 'bout me on yur back, ya fool mule?"
They pondered the thoughts day after day, hoping for a grand idea but always coming up short.
Just when they'd about gave up on their planning, a little boy came from the house to the tree and gathered up all of those shiny red apples. He caught eye of those drooling mules and wandered over to them, with an armful that he wouldn't be taking home.
Dropping the apples to the ground, the boy ran off and the mules both, gladly, sand a sweet song of thanks to the boy. Well, as sweet as a mule song could be.
Today was the day. Mel could feel it in his bones. He told Alice as they stood at the fence waiting for their morning hay. The blue sky shimmered even though it was still early morning. From their usual vantage point they could see the man come out of the house below. He paused on the porch to scratch under his arms. Mel snorted and pawed the ground. If today was the day, then he wanted to get on with it.
Alice thought about why they were escaping. The man was kind enough, but he didn't pet them or bring them carrots, like the little boy used to, where they lived before. He just brought them food, hitched them to the plow, and expected them to pull it. He brushed them down in the evening, fed and watered them, and expected to do the same the next morning. Mel thought this was an insult to his intelligence. Besides, he missed the carrots.
Finally the man ambled off to the barn. Mel and Alice trotted over to the gate. After another long wait, the man came out of the barn carrying a hay bale on a pitchfork. He ambled over to the field gate, chuckling at the burros' impatience. "You two sure are in a hurry today." He set down his load and began to open the gate, still chuckling. "Just hold your horses," he said, chortling at his own wit. "Your food is coming."
He opened the gate and turned away to pick up the pitchfork handle again. Mel brayed and charged head down. He caught the man in the midsection and knocked him down. Mel didn't stop but kept on going, running down the hillside. Alice followed, avoiding the man struggling on the ground. They ran together towards the rising sun. Mel brayed, "I knew we could do it! Now for our old home and carrots!"
All your talk of liberty
And how I should be free!
Your suggestion that I jump the fence
Might make an ass of me.
The donkeys stood together, observing the man with his horse and cart.
"You see that cart over there? I knowed it's got some fresh veggies in it under that tarp. I seen it."
"Yeah yeah"
"So you stand here and make a ruckus to call that two-legged over here. I'm gonna go have a little chat with the horse with the cart..."
"Yeah yeah"
As one headed down the length of the fence, the other started making all kinds of noise.
HEEHAH! HEEHAH!
"Oh, my I feel so faint! Come over here and give me some water! That's right over here..."
The donkey lay on his side complaining so hard that the man had to go see what the matter was.
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"Psst...PSST! Yeah, you! Over here!"
The horse saw the donkey on the other side of the fence and was happy to see a friend.
"Hi there, what are you up to?"
"You've got a bee on that back leg o'yours!"
NEEEEE!!!
The horse started kicking up its back legs and the cart went flying onto its side, rolling its contents all over the dirt road.
A couple apples made their way to the other side of the fence.
The "sick" donkey hopped up at that moment, completely healthy and happy and skipped away from the concerned and surprised man.
"Thanks friend."
"You're welcome."
Crunch. Munch. Crunch.
I saw an error and had to fix it. Sorry 'bout that!
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"Psssst! Fred … c'mere!"
"Uuuuh, what, George?"
"See that? Over there? What's that?"
"I don' see nuttin', George."
"Over there! That guy. He's pointing something at us."
"Da guy wit' da silver rectangle tingy?"
"Yeah, him. What's he doing?"
"I duhnno, George."
"It doesn't look good, Fred. What if it's the same thing that Farmer Joe had yesterday? You saw what happened when he pointed that long, skinny black thing at Jimmy."
"Yeah. Jimmy falled over."
"He didn’t just fall over -- he died, you bonehead! DIED!!"
"Oh."
"Yeah, OH."
So what should we do den', George?"
"I think we should hide. Hide behind this fence. Like this. See?"
"I don' tink dat's gonna work, George."
"Just do it, Fred. Duck. DUUUUCK!!"
"I don' see no ducks, George."
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