At the start of your morning walk you past the neighbor’s cabin.
The valley is cleared and on this clearing lives a donkey named Fernando. I’ll never be able to bring enough bags of baby carrots for my kids to feed Fernando with.
Fernando loves to roll on his back to get a good scratch. Four boney legs stretched to the heavens, squirming on his back in a cloud of dust. Braying of satisfaction echoing down the valley.
He always scratches in the same spot. It’s “Fernando’s Favorite Spot”.
Let your eye travel down the path.
