Freedom

FarmWife will be THIS happy to see us all again! 

If you love something, set it free. That's what they say, isn't it? With that old adage in mind, I begrudgingly permitted FarmWife's friends and employers to borrow her for this little weekend jaunt she's been on. "Take her," I told them. "If she loves me, she'll come home."

Well, let me tell you . . . I heard from FarmWife recently, and she is hustling back to me as fast as her gangly legs can carry her! She's just 100 miles away at this very moment. She's had all sorts of tremendously fun adventures, but she misses we citizens of Bent Barrow Farm. She's coming home.

FarmHusband and the human fillies have had occasion to speak to FarmWife on the telephone, and you might say I have too: each time they phone her, my bray rings out. She gets funny looks from strangers when her phone rings, and knowingly bemused ones from her friends. They know that sound.

Word from FarmWife is that this has been a tremendous trip full of friendship new and old. She can't wait to tell me all about it, she says. I'll tell you a bit about it too, I expect.

Ears,

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