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Sunday, June 10, 2007

"Other Neigh"

Once we'd mentioned that we intended to take the family to see "neigh," finishing lunch became out of the question. We might just as well have told someone who'd spent months in a dark cave that we'd located a way out, but just wanted to have a sandwich before exiting into the sunlight.
"We're just going to have half a sandwich, baby."
"Neigh," she said.
"Just a few bites."
"Neigh."
"One more bite."
"Neigh!"
So, "neigh" it was. At the ranch, it turned out that the creatures were still, as they had been in wintertime, shockingly large. Mom and Dad took turns feeding them apples through the gates of their stall (as instructed by the ranch staff), while baby took turns clasping herself to our chest. Of course, when we offered to go home, she politely declined. "Other neigh," she said. We showed her another animal, and another, until even our great fan of the "neigh" was ready to go home.