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I may appear relaxed and peaceful, but I am actually on high alert. I know that something is going on. Boxes are being packed, coats and boots are being pulled out of closets, and lots of lists are being made.
The people who live with me seem to be smiling more, and (best of all) I am hearing the magic word: farm!
Soon, I think, that dratted leash will be tucked away. I will have hills and meadows to roam and run in, and woods in which to chase squirrels and rabbits. There will be delicious new smells to investigate, holes to dig, and barns to patrol – so much important business to take care of. I will be busy, very busy, at this magic place – “farm”. Luckily, there is just the place to rest after a day of my work:
There is only one cloud on my horizon…he is also coming along: