I am a donkey. I live with my donkey son Morris and my donkey friend Matilde (who has a daughter Aitana who is a bit of a silly horse) on a donkey farm called El Parral in the mountains near Benidorm, the capital of Spain. We have a Peasant who looks after us: he brings our food, sweeps up, does odd jobs, and helps put on our Santa hats for the annual Christmas photo (as we can't put them on ourselves.) Once every eight years I bray. The other donkeys bray too often: if you don't have anything new to say, I can't see the point.
Rubí writs her Tuesday blog. The Peasant has suspendied his Walking Out of the World becuse the only audience seemed to be the odd confused reader in the Philipinnes or Tierra del Fuego who accidentally stumblied into his blogue and stumblied out again without commenting. My theory is there’s millions of peoples with such poor … More Of Mice and Peasants
Rubí Donkey writes her Rubí Tuesday blogue The Peasant took me for my walk on Good Friday and I learned the names of some more wayside plants. This one tells me he is called Henry. The Peasant thinks I am gettin too fat, so he wants to get me out more regularly for walks, but as you … More Wayside plant-tasting
Rubí writs her Shrove Tuesday blogue and warns you to keep alert durin the forty days in the wildness, becuse many are the wolves in sweep’s clothin wot is out there, lurkin behind the chimneys, prowlin and pacin about, seekin whom they may devour. So I has put on my Lent hat, since the Peasant … More Beware the wolves in sweep’s clothing
Rubí Donkey writs her Rubí Tuesday blogue. Since the Peasant has suspendied his virtual pigrimnage for the moment, that means I can do my bloguin without the Peasant intrudin on my Rubí Tuesday spot. He is instead writtin his pigrimnage in his notebook. Nobody has ‘liked’ his notebook yet, so it is not doin much better than … More Wolves in sheep’s pullovers
Rubí Donkey writs her Rubí Tuesday blogue… …On a Wedensday, becuse our Peasant has been hoggin the bloggin due to his self-portant ‘Walkin Out of the World’ virtule pigrimnage. Well, if the Peasant wants to walk out of any worlds, he should at least see if there will be any customs charges for sendin parcels to him, … More A Kick in the Castellets
