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The chickens are so sweet, always giving me eggs.

Stop looking at me like that! Did you know roosters make huffing noises? Really scary huffing noises???

Goodbye, chickens!
Clover’s looking very sweet, isn’t she? She needs a cookie

And I did promise her a cookie the other day when I didn’t have any cookies. I owe her a cookie.

I can’t believe you let the babies get the first one away from you, Clover! Don’t worry. I have more.

You let them get the other one! I don’t have any more. I gotta go now–
Clover: “You promised me a cookie! YOU DIDN’T BRING ENOUGH COOKIES!!!”

And then she ate my jacket–

–and half of my left arm.

Goodbye, Clover!
Giant Puppy? You look so sweet. I need some love.

NOT–

–THAT MUCH LOVE!!

Goodbye, world!
**No farmers were harmed in the making of this episode.
Reinforcements!

I had supplies shipped in. My dear 52 braved the roads and brought back groceries. More flour! Milk! (Aluminum foil? I found a package way back in the back of a cabinet!!! You shoulda seen me hugging it.)

The teenagers carried the fresh groceries all the way up the hill to the house.
Our driveway is undriveable.

I haven’t attempted to leave the farm in two weeks, because this is what happens to people who try to drive on our road.

This isn’t 52′s truck, by the way. He made it just fine. I think this truck belongs to the Ornery Angel’s husband. (If you’re new here, be sure to read the Ornery Angel story.) Apparently, they slid off the road across from our farm and got stuck in the ditch. If I tried to drive on our road right now, I’m sure this is exactly what would happen to me.
I’ll have to stay here. With the animals.
I think Clover’s plotting something.

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