Follys Farm Sanctuary for Donkeys |
Patrons: Barbara & Bill McGillivray | Tale The old donkey stands out in the field, it raining and cold, the ground is muddy with no grass to eat. Thinking to himself, how many more years can I carry on like this, oh I wish I was with my other friends long since gone from this earth. Owned by many owners, I now end up here in this muddy field, with no shelter from the rain and the wind. I was bought from a market by an old man, I can never forget my fear at all the noise, pulling and pushing, and how they whipped me so that I would show myself off better, but I couldn't because I was so tired and weak through lack of food and water, I can't remember the last time I ate a nice bale of hay without having to fight for it with my other friends here. When the summer comes the old man will take us out, to give rides to the children, but he has very little money which means he can't afford a lorry to take us in, so we have to walk many many miles before we give the rides. After our long walk I'm so tired I don't want to give any rides, but I have to so that the greedy old man can line his pockets with the money we make for him. That summer afternoon, we had to walk many miles back home to our field, I knew we wouldn't get any extra food, or water, So I was again forced to fight with my friends for a morsel of hay. If you know of a Donkey in need , please contact us at Folly's farm and help make that difference. |