Donkey found a home this week. Only it’s not really a home, cause there’s no house, no barn and no people at his new home. Just a lone oil well in the middle of a pasture. I’m afraid he may end up like Tom Hanks and the soccer ball in Castaway.
He never did make it all the way to our little ranch house. But he was really close. We kept feeding him bread, hoping he would make it to the house, but he didn’t.
Somebody else bribed him with cake.