That Cracker Jack is something else. He has mastered the art of manipulating me to get what he wants. It’s actually hilarious if you think about it. Every morning and every evening that donkey brays until I take him some hay. Last night around maybe 7 pm, Cracker Jack started braying again. I should have known better, but I went out and gave him some attention and peanuts. Tonight, he did it again and I almost fell for it. I got up and started out the door and it hit me what he was doing. Then I just couldn’t stop laughing. You can’t tell me these animals aren’t smart. I know better. They prove it to me daily.
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