Molly is an old mule who was bought by Stephanie and Duane at an auction in Pennsylvania, and then brought to their farm in upstate New York to live. Duane sometimes introduces me like this: "This is Marie. She's in love with my mule."
And it's true, I do love her. I love how her white hairs have now covered the scars on her soft muzzle. I love her smell, and her strong legs, her big eyes; how her ears sometimes flop and sometimes prick right up. I love her the way I love our kitty, who was left behind by a family, then lived with a mean boy for a short while, then was brought by my sister to our parents' house, and then from there to Dean and me.
I love the world of animals, which draws you in and turns you round.
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