MindReader and I are sitting on bales of hay that are probably full of spiders. I am maintaining that while it was me who suggested a day (40 minutes) out at a petting zoo, it was him who saw the lambs were being bottle fed and suggested we go and join in.
“So which boys and girls want to feed the lambs?” the loud and annoying farm lady says.
I exchange a wry smile with MindReader. The phrase boys and girls makes it slightly difficult to go and join in.
And then. And THEN -
“Who wants to sing a song?”
I am dying inside. This is probably not what MindReader wanted to spend his annual leave doing. What will all the other lawyers say?
“Baa baa black sheep -”
“There’s only one thing for it,” I say, pulling MindReader up and dashing out of the barn, negotiating lambs and sheep and pushing past toddlers.
It looks so much like Iowa!
Of course, instead of 5 pigs, we’d have…you know…5,000 or so. In one of 5 buildings. But yeah…nothing like gettin’ down on the farm!
It looks so much like Iowa!
Of course, instead of 5 pigs, we’d have…you know…5,000 or so. In one of 5 buildings. But yeah…nothing like gettin’ down on the farm!
[...] “Baa baa black sheep,” MindReader sings under his breath. [...]