I was able to bring Boone home on Saturday, four days after he and I
took a ride that ended in mystery, and it is still a mystery-at least to me, Boone is the only one who knows what happened. It was so good to have him back. He has superficial wounds adding to the intrigue of what happened on that day, and I have some theories I am still pondering. I am recuperating–but I was naive about the after effects, both physical and emotional, of a traumatic event like this. I will write about at some point, but right now, I will share the conversation the donkeys had on his return to the farm. I took these photos of that moment. It's a beautiful thing that donkeys do, they always check each other out when one leaves or returns to the herd. As usual they were full of questions.
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"Was it a cougar that jumped on your back, Boone?" asked Pino.
"I heard there were elephants up that way," said little Lucia.
"It wasn't a spaceship, was it? There are marks on your body,"
said the resident casual conspiracy theorist, Paco.
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"I think I do smell a spaceship on him," said Paco.
But Boone did not answer. |
