Ok, Little Man has to go.
We’ve put up with him all winter, which wasn’t so terrible while I was burrowed deep inside my pig-condo. Billy kept him company while I watched – an interesting situation during a long, white winter – but now? Not so much. It was great watching Billy chase the donkey around the barnyard, or cringe in fury while Little Man grabbed onto a Billy-horn, but now the “tiny” guy has taken to chasing me around. Me! He nips at my poor, porcine derriere, and I’ve totally given up on him.
My human says Little Man has “Spring fever.” I’d call it some other form of sickness…
So Billy and I decided to get rid of him this weekend. We told him that our human likes us to trim the trees in the orchard, and when his ears perked up, we sweetly helped him jump the fence into the field. It was great! Billy and I had the place to ourselves for one blissful afternoon, until our human looked out the window and saw a donkey eating her beautiful clematis. Now I’m back to hiding.
It was fun while it lasted….
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