Historical Farm

When waking up I hear the rooster shriek. I think most of my friends are going to the market today. I would imagine the market is full of things, that I might never see. The scent of the soybeans makes me consider they will never get me something else. I keep imagining how I lost my friends. Though I try to gain more friends with the other animals. Most of them stay with their heard as we are all fenced in. I still try to have fun rolling in the dirt, so muddy and fun to do what one thing I can in the space they give me. I continue being fed remarkably well even though it is not that fun. Waiting for the day to come the one we all have been waiting for.

When he went to the farm, i had a great time petting animals. I got to go in a house that was built 200 years ago, and how they made the place. I saw what they did, and how they got there food and supplies. We got to visit there homely cemetery. It was very different from living in now a days. I would say living on a farm you get to learn a lot more than you would today because you needed everyone to be apart of something in order to help. Taking care of the animals, the land, and the place itself. Today I had lots of fun revisiting the place that is a historical figure.