I have always been a stuffed animal kind of gal. When I was younger they lined my bed and even now, I can spot about a half dozen peeking about in my office. They are my friends, they are my muses. I will always love them.
So do you think I’d go on a two-week walk without taking at least one? Nope, wouldn’t be able to do it. Of course I’ll be taking a stuffed animal, but which one?
Can’t bring my chicken, she’d take up too much room in my pack.
As would my Ugly doll.
And my cat.
Think, think. I need something small, with expression, and that would sit quietly while I tell a story.
Ah, I know.
This. This is what I’ll be bringing on our border to border New Hampshire walk.
Hello friend. Welcome.
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Wendy Thomas writes about the lessons learned while raising children and chickens in New Hampshire. Contact her at [email protected]
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