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It’s so good to come home. I missed my hills. And my Giant Puppy.

And my goats.

And my little donkey.

(And even Dookie.)

I missed my sunflowers nodding in the warm breeze.

My garden, overflowing with tomatoes and cucumbers and corn. (Yes, corn! The corn has recovered.)

And, oh my, THE KITTENS.

I missed the kittens.

It’s all so peaceful.

So happy.

So serene…..

…..and safe…..

….and–NO!

Oh, no–

I know you missed me, too, Mean Rooster. I know you aren’t going to–

–FLY OVER THE GATE AT ME!!! I JUST GOT HOME! I FORGOT MY BROOM!!!!!!!!
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