Several readers have inquired about the donkey. Really. So, I'll tell you all.
The donkey came.
She is black and white, and her name is Storm.
For the past two days, my ten-year-old grandson has been waiting patiently for her to settle into her new home. Well, perhaps "patiently" is not quite the right word. He is checking on her approximately every three minutes.
Storm is taking her time getting used to her surroundings.
My grandson is counting the seconds until she will let him be her best friend. So, one of them is learning to trust. The other is learning to wait.
I think they are both going to be just fine.
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