Dear Laney,
This afternoon, we went over to Clay Mercer's house so we could meet all of his critters. You petted the one dog who liked you, and were avoided by the one dog who didn't. You scared the heck out of the chickens by chasing them all over the yard with a fistful of feed. You met the horses and thoroughly inspected all of the food buckets. You're really taking to this farm girl stuff. I can't wait for you to be old enough to tell your dad you want a pony for Christmas.
Thanks for letting us stop by, Clay!
Love,
Mom
I KNEW there was a reason the chickens had started laying scrambled eggs!
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