...not that somebody loved me (referring to the beautiful Smiths-song here), but that we had gone and bought ourselves two TIGERS. And not cute fluffy trusty little tiger cubs, but two full grown crazy tigers.
I was so scared. Mr. Payne wasn't, he treated them like any of our other animals, except they were fed with huge lumps of raw meat. (Whoa, maybe we fed them our lambs, or chickens, or calves!) I was completely certain that he would get eaten one day.
I know for sure that my husband will never want us to buy tigers for our farm, but I have to admit I am curious to see what destiny has in store for us now...
(Note: Superstitious me thought of the Chinese zodiac signs, and I'd forgotten, but Freja is born in the year of the Tiger. And yes, she is double trouble sometimes!)
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