When I was in 6th grade me and my class mates went to stay at a farm outside of Jönköping, called a “4H-gård”. The meaning of this exercise was for us kids from the city to get close to farming and animals, and we did. Some of us more than others I might add. I have a distant memory of some of my class mates sustaining injuries from their contact with the animals on the farm.
I, who was used to animals from all the time spent in the stable at home taking care of horses, absolutely fell in love with this donkey, Ramona. She was so cute and so very stubborn, as you’d expect from a donkey. She had this little saddle and you could ride her, if you could persuade her to move that is.
Imagine the drop of my jaw when Ramona turned up in the newspaper today. Apparently she is alive and kicking…or should I say running away.
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