It all starts out innocently enough. Maybe it was Easter of '08 and Uncle Bob bought you a little bunny as a gift to take care of. He knew you wouldn't have a problem with that because you had just moved into your 2+ ACRE SPREAD at the outskirts of town.
Then the little vegetable garden was staked out. Not planted mind you but weeded and staked. A few months later Sally brings over a couple of her husband's delectable tomatoes and you're back in the garden. You sneak out to Home Depot or Lowes and grab a hoe or two so the kids can help out. You figure it'll keep them out of trouble too.
Three years later and the dog doesn't leave the house because he's afraid the emu or the pig is going to rough him up. The rooster wakes you up at all hours of the night, not just at sunrise like in the movies. You pay more for the chicken's feed than you do for the meals for the rest of the family.
Man, are you getting tired of having eggs every time you sit down to eat?
Your special backyard shoes stay outside the door so you don't track in any of the unwanted waste products into the house from your bevy of animals. Uncle Bob doesn't visit any more. Peter Cottontail now weighs 11 pounds and is actually a she with now 20 more cute furry faces to feed, all the while being permanent fixtures on the rear porch. One hop and she's done for the day. Pigs squealing, chickens chattering, geese sqwaking, and the garden. Well, you know where the garden went.
In your mind you know you're on the farm but in your heart these are your pets. They need you for their survival. Don't leave the home too long though because someone might like to have a little bacon sandwich or some nice chicken croquettes tonight. What this all really boils down to is which would you prefer on that sandwich, some, mayonnaise or a little Miracle Whip?
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