It's not just every mule who gets a shed addition for Christmas, and it's not just every mule's whose shed addition grows so much that it begins to be called a barn. No, sir (or ma'am)! I am a lucky mule.
I am the luckiest mule in the world, I think, for I have a new brown barn:
and a new green barn:
and a new stripy barn, to go with my stripy quarter sheet:
FarmWife says the siding is multicolored because it was free. Good thing—I thought she paid extra for the variety pack! She says it will do for now, but I think it will do just fine forever.
Ears,
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