Poor Animals

 When the weather is bad I feel for all the animals.  I saw Manchi, Astrid’s horse, pawing the snow to get to the grass beneath it. Then later he was rolling in like he was taking a bath.  When the snow was on I just left my chickens in the pen.  I can’t be a very sophisticated person.  Last week a former teacher and his wife came by with egg cartons they’d saved for me.  Later I saw chicken poop on my door mat.  I swept it off the porch. Guess they saw it, too. I’m just a hillbilly and admit it.