Hello, my name is Daryl the Donkey. I have spots. I don't know much about things like telling time, but someone once told me I was born on "March 9, 2006" --whatever that means. I don't remember all that much about being born, but I remember having to share a barn with some horses. I don't like horses very much. Horses are very annoying. For some reason I kept biting them and chasing them around the corral. So they put me all by myself into a pen. And for a long time I stayed there. Then one day, a farmer and his wife came to visit me. It just so happened, it was on my 7th birthday...
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I think the farmers liked me. I liked them too. I'm glad they weren't horses. I don't like horses very much. The farmer patted my head and kept saying "aren't you a good looking donkey." I wonder why he kept saying that. Doesn't he know that I'm a good looking donkey? I didn't know it then, but the farmer and his wife were going to be my new owners. But I didn't know it then. And when they left, I was sad and thought "oh well, back to being all alone in my pen." |
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But soon the farmers came back and brought with them a big horse trailer. And I said "Oh no, am I going to have to be with horses again?" It's a good thing there weren't any horses in that trailer. I would have made a fuss. The farmer and his wife gave my owner some birds. I think that's how they paid for me, not that I understand anything about money. So they put me in that trailer, all by myself, and took me for a long ride. I wondered where I was going... |
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They call my new home Bear Valley Farm. But I don't see any bears around. The farmers are very nice to me. They gave me treats and hay and my very own pen for sleeping. But then I saw the goats. I don't like goats very much.
I think I will bite them if the farmer lets me get near them. But so far the goats are behind the gate, and that's a good thing. Because I don't like goats very much. The farmer thinks that I will be the goat's friend. I don't think so. I think I will bite them if the farmer lets me get near them. Goats are stupid. But I like the farmer and his wife. They are very nice to me, and Bear Valley Farm is a nice place to live--except for the goats. A few days later, a terrible thing happened to me...
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A strange man came into my pen and poked me with with a needle. It didn't hurt very much, but I got very sleepy. So I decided to take a nap. When I woke up, something was wrong. I didn't have any spring in my step anymore. I think something was missing too. But what? I noticed that the sky was very blue today. The farmer's wife stayed with me today and kept me company. She is very nice. But why did she say "It's all over now"? And why do I feel sad? |
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Oh no! Today the farmers bought a bunch of sheep to the farm. Why did they do such a thing? Why did they bring sheep? I don't like sheep very much. Sheep are stupid. I think I will bite them if the farmer lets me get near them. And what do you know, a couple of weeks later, the farmer decided to let me get near the sheep. I think the farmer has made a terrible mistake. But now, I finally have my chance to let the world know what I think of sheep... |
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The farmer gave me another chance to apologize to the sheep, but I don't want to. Part of me wants to be nice to the sheep, but that part is very tiny. I hardly even know that part is there. The other part of me, the big part, wants to chase the sheep and bite them some more. I think I will listen to that big part and pay no attention to the little part, because I hardly even know it's there. |
Something very strange happened last night. I was lying in my pen minding my own business when I heard a noise over by the sheep. A few minutes later I saw a little sheep come out of a big sheep. And then another little sheep came out of another big sheep. The next night it happened again. And the next day it happened again. Now there are all these little sheep running around the big sheep. And you know something? I think I love the little sheep. They are very soft. Yes, I will be nice to the sheep from now on, because I love the little sheep.
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And then I decided that goats aren't so bad either. They are not as soft as little sheep, but they like to play. And since I like to play, I will like the goats too. But I still think goats are stupid. One day, we played together for a long time and the farmer was watching us. We all decided to give him a good show. Because we like each other now and we play all the time. Bear Valley Farm is the best place to live ever. I'm so glad the farmers used birds to pay for me, not that I understand anything about money. |