Binky had a stomach ache and she went to lie down and she accidentally had two kids, a buck and a doe, they shot out like champagne corks. Pop-pop, presto. Those are their names. Poor Binky, she did not know she was bred.
"Whaaat?" she said.
"That's why you are in the barn, Binky, instead of in the fat girl pasture where you usually are," I told her.
"Whaaat?" said Binky. Poor Binky, she does not know what 'barn' means.
"It is the big white building all around you," I explained. "You are in the middle of it, in a stall."
This what I told her might as well have been The Dead Sea Scrolls read aloud in the original Hebrew.
"Whaat?" said Binky. Poor Binky. How can she understand 'building' when she doesn't understand 'barn.' How?
While she was distracted Pop-pop and Presto advanced on her and began drinking milk and she gave a loud donkey bray which is Binky's signal of comprehension.
"I have two kids!" she yelled at me. She was delighted. "Do you know where they came from?"
I did not have time to try to explain, so Eo took over.
"From the sky," snapped Eo, drily.
"I love the sky!" Binky brayed.
Later that day Bing had two kids and after they were up and running they went to share Binky's stall.
We all heard Binky braying with delight again a few minutes later. "I have two more kids!"
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Please please consider putting all of these posts into a book. I promise to buy at least a dozen.
At least you can count to two, Binky. You go girl!
Hey Binky! We won't believe you have babies without pictures as proof.
I do hope Binky isn't inclined toward thievery. And I do hope she doesn't decide to start down that particular slippery slope. Mainly because any good life of crime does require a certain amount of gray matter. How much Nubian is involved?
I love that Herron Hill has both sky babies and grass babies!
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