Dear Diary,

I kinda have two things to report, but because Pixie was hogging the computer, I couldn’t let you know!
On Friday, I got dragged out of the field, tied to a tree (there was grass, I didn’t really mind.) and then… she put a thing on me.
I believe it’s called a saddle.
Now, this has never happened before, but I didn’t care. There was grass. It was way better than hay, so really, what’s a bit of a leathery thing lying on my back. But she decided to take me away from the grass… and make me walk in circles. I still didn’t care that the thing was on my back, and she seemed very pleased.

We were allowed on the grass after!
Then we had to go back in the field and make do with hay. I don’t know why. 
Alas, we were back on the grass again today, munching while she stole our poop. I don’t get that. Why is she stealing the poop? I mean, sure, it’s nicer in the field without the poop, but…why?
Oz is put out a bit, because he likes to roll in it. The chickens are not happy because they like to spread it out all over.
I think she should consider this and leave it where it is. We don’t care.
Since she was busy with our poop (there was an alien in the car with her!), Timmy and I decided to check on her laundry.
It wasn’t dry, but Timmy tried to eat a sock out of the laundry basket.
What is wrong with that donkey?
We’re back on hay… but we’re hoping if we ignore it long enough, we get to go on the grass again. It’s just not as tasty.
But she says it’s that or starve.
What is “Starve”?

Yours,

Stormy

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