C’est mine. All of it, but particulièrement the chicken feed.
Cher Journal,
Une discrimination l’égard donkeys!
Les Chevaux and moi were in le gazon, and je got peckish.
The poulets were not mange all their alimentation, so I thought I aide.
Elle came out and called me a mauvais garçon!
She affirme there was “evidence”.
I don’t know what she means.
What empreintes de sabots? I am léger comme une plume. I leave no traces! I flotte!
Then, when I vérifié if there is aliments frais… elle a bloqué l’entrée!
And put un panneau de non-entrée, but only pour les ânes!!!
Merde!
Au revoir,
Timmy, l’âne opprimé