A Letter From Stephen Colbert
Hello,
Stephen Colbert here.
I have been at Sasha Farm for 2 weeks now and I am very happy.
I am growing like a weed. My little horns are popping up and it makes my head itchy. I willingly gobble a full bottle at a time. I always get petted and talked to. Everyone says I am too cute. I am told my hooves are perfect and they go clickety click as I walk across the barn floor. My coat is turning into a beautiful dark shaggy brown. The big hole in my ear from that painful ear tag is healing.
I enjoy playing with a little dog named “Toto”. I head butt her and roll her around. She seems to like playing with me. There are other dogs here but I am not allowed to play with them. I guess they don’t like goats. Leo is now living in my stall with me so I don’t spend my time crying when I am alone. Leo is very good to me and has become my best friend. My favorite part of the day is when I get to run in the pasture with the other goats. I know I am quite young, but from day one I could identify other goats from across the field. I run and kick and leap for joy. I get shoved around a bit but I really don’t mind. We enjoy pushing each other around, rubbing our heads on anything, and plunging into each other when we can. That’s just the way we are.
I still have hopes that my mom will magically appear. I think of her everyday and wish we could be reunited. It helps that everyone is so nice to me, but there is no substitute for a mom. I still dream about the trip to the livestock auction and how scared I was. I wonder what happened to all those other animals. I hope my mom did not go where the others went. Does someone love them too? I’m afraid that very bad things might happen to them. I wish I could have helped them, but I am so small and helpless. I do not have control over my own fate and depend on human compassion.
I am told that fall and winter are quickly approaching. I am not sure what this means but I am sure it will be exciting.
Your can find out more about my friends and my home at www.sashafarm.org.
PS. My best friend Gretchen helped me write this. I love it when she visits and scratches my head.
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