As Pansy rounded the corner, as she did so often, she expected to see her snack bowl by the door but instead was confronted by something entirely different. What was it? It wasn't the cat. She knew the cats and loved the cats. It wasn't a chicken, she met with the chickens daily for tea and it wasn't tea time. "What? No? Why, is it a pig? A pig? Why on earth did they bring another pig here? I am the princess of Verde Farm. There'll be no need for a prince. I didn't ask for a prince. Quickly, she ignored him and beat a path toward the barn.
|Pansy heads for the hills|
|Porter calling "Pansy, Pansy?|
The husband tried to calm her. They sat for a few minutes in the woods as I took Porter to meet the other farm friends. Richie told Pansy not to worry and that she would always be our little girl. "We don't have to rush this," he told her. "This is on your terms, Pansy, not ours." Pansy sniffled a little as she was led down the hill to her special little house. As a modern woman, Pansy will decide when she's ready to be with Porter. In the meantime, Porter has a nice room, with plenty of straw and furry, feathered friends in the barn.
|Pansy eating at her beloved, little house|
|Porter hoping Pansy will let him come in for a visit|
No wedding bells yet, but I am still hoping for spring, 2011!