Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Through all of these various harrowing experiences, FarmWife has sung to me, reassured me, and promised me something: she will keep me safe. She swears up and down that she will, and I am starting to believe her. After all, she and she alone has the power to send the TIRE and the milk jug away when I stand still and behave. She has the power to open gates, and she touches the electric fence—but only on it's yellowy plastic bits—without flinching.
We have come to a new agreement, based on my awesome respect for her power. She is now allowed to visit me whist I recline, and to share in the basking glory of my midday naps. I might need her, after all, if a milk jug turns up during my sun bath!
Yours in sensuous repose,