My donkey doesn’t care about me, but I like him anyway.
SOME PEOPLE are predisposed to adore animals whose most affectionate moments could only be described as aloof. Yes, I’m a cat person; my cat generally treats me like garbage, and I love it. My donkey, too, doesn’t like me. Or, rather, he doesn’t seem to care about me one way or the other. Franco lives at the Donkey Sanctuary of Canada, an organization in Puslinch, Ontario, on a tract of rolling pasture surrounded by wetlands and hiking trails. Four years ago, my husband sponsored Franco as a birthday gift for me. I have visited the sanctuary regularly since then, but Franco keeps his distance. He tolerates me from afar, looking at me with the same air as my cat staring dispassionately from the back of the sofa.
هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة July/August 2019 من The Walrus.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة July/August 2019 من The Walrus.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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MY GUILTY PLEASURE
I WAS AS SURPRISED as anyone when I became obsessed with comics again last year, at the advanced age of forty-five. As a kid, I loved reading G.I. Joe and The Amazing Spider-Man.
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"The late nights are mine alone, and I'll spend them however I damn well please"
