And this is the infamous J.J. He can be ridden. He has a tiny little saddle. But the whole time he is being ridden, he is letting you know it was never his idea in the first place. He lives in the field with about four horses, but lately has been hanging out right next to the pen that Hersey is in. It's like he is saying "finally, someone who speaks my language" and "wait a minute, I'm even bigger than him". They seem to just enjoy hanging together and every now and then, much to my delight, they have an in depth conversation in bray language. Oh the things donkeys could tell us, about their work load for being so small, about their great to the 1000's degree ancestors carrying Jesus. What tails they could tell.
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