Huffle’s Notes from the Road

Dear Log,

Today I crossed the road. Yes—the actual road. The one with cars. The ducks gasped. Benny offered me a stick for the journey. I said no thanks.

I regret that.

I arrived at Mr. Joe’s farm expecting grass and maybe a nice nap in the hay. Instead, I met:

• A pig doing squats with corncob dumbbells who yelled, “TRAIN LIKE A CHAMPION!”

• A goat who fainted because I sneezed near her.

• A rooster wearing a crown, shouting “KNEEL BEFORE CLUCK!” from the top of a fence.

I tried to blend in, but apparently "sunbathing in the middle of the chicken yard" is frowned upon.

Honestly, the whole place is exhausting. No floating logs, no respectful fish, and not one duck in a synchronized hat.

Heading home tomorrow. Miss my pond. Miss my ducks. Might even miss their loud quacking… a little.

,

Huffle, Pond Adventures