Please welcome guest blogger Jasper Jules Jackson Jones,
who presents the following work of fiction for your enjoyment:
Trip Trap Tap
text by Jasper Jules
puppets by Theatre of Widdershins
We're billy goats, yes, but we're not
so…
A Little Bit of Cuteness
I, Fenway Bartholomule, know of a little hybrid in need of a home. No, he is no mule: Easy is a Gremlin/dog hybrid. At 10 pounds, he is just a little bit of a thing, and his foster mother reports that he has endured a difficult start in l…
Puppy Love
While Mat and I practiced the arts of cohabitation, cooperation, and pesticide-free cockroach control, another love was blossoming. Paisley, my gawky adolescent Australian Shepherd, was falling fast and hard for his new master. Paisley had …
There are Huntin' Mules and then there are Hunting Mules
FarmWife has taken to trail riding with me in a mechanical hackamore, which has its pros and cons. On the plus side, it's more comfortable for a long ride than my rubber snaffle, and allows for the dispensation of cookies from the sadd…
Amory Street
It wasn't long before Mat and I were committed to making a life together, and so by the end of our first summer we were apartment shopping in and around Boston. In what may have been the first financially independent move of my adult l…
Fenway Bartholomule's Bray—English phrase dictionary
HHooooSSSSSEEEEEeHHAAHhhooooSSSSEEEEeaaahhahhhEEEEKEEEKEEKKEEEKHuhhuhSSSSAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I'm hungry. WhuuhWhuuhWhuuhWhuuh I love you. QueEEEEEeggggrrrr Out, damned chicken! WwheeheheeehHAAHHsssssEEE! I see you, other Equine! D…
♫Braying in the Rain . . .♫
There is something very special about a nice spring downpour. It is not so cold as to endanger one's health, and, if you time it right, not so longlasting as to make tacking up difficult (we, lacking a snug little barn, tack up in the…
Prince Charming
Tanner, imagined wonderbeast that he was, was still 3000 miles (and a great deal of packing) away. We were to have a reprieve of several weeks' preparations and travel before we were to meet him, and all of his disappointments, in the …
I May be Little, but I'm Iced Out
Well, depending on your feelings about ponies and bling, I have bad news and good news. Or good news, and bad news. Or bad and bad, or good and good. You decide. First, the bling . . . my mother made me this beaded browband. It's not 10…
Happy Birthday, Hay Mother!
Our blue Volvo, which performs the weekly magic trick of disgorging several delicious 90 pound bales of orchard grass hay from it's hatch in back, is going to have a birthday this weekend. Volvos, like mules, live a little longer than …
Too Good to be True—Part I
Tanner was the first horse to set hoof on Bent Barrow Farm, to my knowledge, and it was with Tanner in mind that I gleefully leapt into home ownership. With a million acres of timber land and mountain ranges at my doorstep, and with a litt…
Once Upon a Saint Patrick's Day
There once was a mule from the county Whose folks travelled downtown without he. They attended parades, Saw hooves dipped in limeade, While their mule sat alone, sad and pouty. That poor, jealous fellow, meanwhile, Could be seen turning…
On the Question of Horse Shows
It has been brought to my attention that some poor, donkey-loving child out there in the big bad world of recreational horse showing is in danger of being turned away because her equine is, technically, not a horse.
Horse shows are for ho…
The Magic of Spring
Spring is a Donkey. Spring is made of All New Materials: polyester fiber stuffing, acrylic and polyester shell. She is about knee-high to a giraffe and is able to comfortably carry up to 200 pounds, which is about what I am able to comfor…
B.B.F. Citizen Haiku
Soft white Mini Mule
No tail, no hooves. Poor wee thing!
Ears and heart, though: large.
White as driven snow
Soft, sweet. I'd sniff you, but you're
terrified of me
Little striped man,
tame tiny house tigerlet,
What? The dog likes …
The Bent Barrow of Bent Barrow Farm
Mat and I bought this house on Meredith Lane at the beginning of a very wet winter, and in doing so we spent every penny of ours and a few of our relatives'. So it was that we found ourselves economizing when it came to the accessories…
I Have a Price
OK, guys, help me out here. I have been feeling a little insecure lately. For one thing, it's raining, which means that my FarmWife time is limited to my receipt of three meals per day and a brief trough check. I miss the leisurely sun…
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