Well, yesterday was a barn day. First I went and bought animal feed with Mother and unloaded it on the other end. We found that the barn was to dirty to put the bags of feed in so they were put in the goat kid stall that is inside the barn. Mother took Sarah to the Doctor and I was left home to clean up the barn.....in the rain. It was a good thing it was a warm rain (except for the thunder part) or I would have complained to myself the whole time. I finally got the barn cleaned and then I said to myself, "Why not clean the horse stall since I am already dirty and today is one of the days to clean it." So I started in on cleaning the horse stall. I racked all the manure into a pile in the center of the stall and went to get the wheelbarrow. Upon returning I tripped on the gate (I was backing up into the stall) and fell on my rear right in the center of the manure.

   I then laughed at myself (I couldn't do anything else) and figured now that I am REALLY dirty I may as well do some more cleaning, so I cleaned just about every thing except for the goat pens as I am afraid that I will have a replay of day before yesterday's accident. I fell out of the goat manger and onto the feed bin and now have a nice bruse on my knee. We have no gate on the pen right now so the only way to get in is over the manger.

Well, I have to go feed animals and get ready to put up fencing for the horse paddock. In the words of Oscar Wilde, "Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing."

Sincerely,

~Mary-Ann~ 

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