"So it's not today, but tomorrow. It will be like today, just different," I told the donkeys.
They watched me. We all sat in the morning sun, I kneeled down rubbing bellies as they gathered around me, their normal communing position.
"You will be together, and will be camping nightly at nice places. I'll be right behind you in two weeks," I continued, calmly.
"How many of todays is that?" Paco asked.
It is Paco I have whispered to over and over. He is the worrier. But he has his herd, and good travel caretakers.
"It is 14 todays, Paco," I said.
"14 days before today seems like yesterday," Paco said.
"Time goes very fast, Paco, even when you are a donkey," I whispered in his ears. And they swished their tails and ran up Donkey Hill for their last day on their farm.
