so gross

so you would think that if there was one thing you would get used to living on a farm it would be the smell right, but you would be very wrong in that thought especially if you did not take into consideration the fact that you have a new baby horse on your farm who does not know yet where he should poop out his poo and who does not realize that though it may not look like much the small red painted wood structure in the corner with the tin roof is where you sleep.

the attention thief and her mother walked around the whole yard today because apparently the attention thief has not stolen enough of what has given her her name and wanted some more of it from all the animals they walked past who yelled out hellos and compliments in abundance and where did the attention thief leave her mark/ no not near the pigs and not around the corner of the barn and if you also guessed out in the field you would be wrong again but if you guessed right in front of my little shack you would be right and i would give you a prize if i had any idea how that could be accomplished.

and now there is a huge funky mess that i do not think the man or the woman have noticed yet despite my attempts to get their attention one of which included me playing dead for an hour a short distance away earlier this afternoon. yes they remembered to feed me again today and yes i again got three meals because they must still feel bad for not feeding me the other day but no they did not notice that i had died right there in the farmyard and i had my tongue hanging out of my mouth and everything and i looked the part of a dead turkey perfectly.

i think i want something very bad to happen to the attention thief but she is already much bigger than me even though she is only a couple of days old and i realize that i am just a turkey and she is a horse but still that kind of thing can hurt an ego if you know what i mean.