The Bold, the Bewildered, and the Beautiful

 Easter Sunday was spent at my Farmer's folk's farm.

They raise lots of animals.

My sister-in-law spins yarn,

so she has alpacas,

Icelandic sheep,

angora rabbits,

and an angora goat.

 They also have the usual farm animals:

dogs and cats,

milk goats,

chickens,

and horses.

So after the big meal,

we all took a walk,

and as I wandered into the barn a little behind everyone else,

I saw this:

 

 As my eyes adjusted to the dimness,

I wondered,

"What is going on down there?

What is everyone crowded around looking at?"

 "Is it the dairy goats?"

No.

 "Is it the beautiful Icelandic sheep?"

No.

"Well, then what?"

 I hear laughter

and friendly talking

and then more laughter.

 "What is it?

Let me see?

What is this main attraction?"

 It is a little boy

who has boldly entered a pen

with the creatures he loves most...

 but, there are so many of them...

 and they come at him so quickly.

Excitement and fear...

 amazement and consternation.

Then a grandmother's gentle love

boldly banishes the

bashfulness,

and balances the boy's bewilderment.

After all,
isn't that what makes a Grandmom
  the beautiful superhero that she is?

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