My most favourite thing in the whole world is ….
It is a simple question. What is your favourite thing in the whole world? I am on a farm and whenever I ask that question I get an answer straight away. I tried that the other day. And it is quite simple. Picture yourself in this situation. Me standing on the deck overlooking the field. With a strong voice, but not yelling I say: ” My most favourite thing in the whole world is…” And before I can finish I can hear the “Wheeeeeehaaaa” of Feral Frieda. She is the horse in the paddock. “Of course Feral Frieda, you are my favourite thing in the whole world”. And with that she parades around with her head up high.
But really I can pick any place on this farm and ask that question and before I finish I have someone interrupting me. I go near the back of the food shed and do the same thing. “My most favourite thing in the whole world is…”. “Baaahahahahaha” it echoes out of the shed. That is Phillipa the sheep. She has a favourite place on this farm. She is always in the food bowl, hence she is quite fat. She prefers to be called happy and for dinner. I tell her that of course, she is the favourite one on this farm. She is proud a punch and trots around like a queen.
Then I go out into the middle of the field and quietly say: “My most favourite thing in the whole world is…”. “Moooooooooh!” and I get a gently nudge from behind. Ferdinand the bull is here and he thinks that he is the most favourite one in the whole world. “Yes you are, Ferdinand, you are the best” and I give him a peck on his schnoz. He loves that. He then tippy toes away from me with his chest out and proud. You got to love Ferdinand. He got raised on the bottle and is the most gentle bull you can find.
So I go to the paddock up the hill where only the goats and the odd ram is residing. you never see them anyway. Again I stand there and say: “My most favourite thing in the whole world is…” “Meeehehehehehe!” it shouts from behind the rock. Next thing I see Dustan king his head out from the side of the rock. “Dustan, you silly billy, of course you are the most favourite thing” Dustan also got brought up on the bottle and he loves a scratch on the cheek. No cuddles for him anymore. He now smells like a proper buck. And when I leave he stands proud on the rock telling everyone that he is the most favourite one.
You wouldn’t think I would get a response from within the house, do you? I go up to the living room, open the door and say: “My most favourite thing in the whole world is….”. ” Meeeeeeeeeeee!” Here is my wife jumping at me and giving me a huge hug, do big I nearly fall over backwards. “But of course you are my most favourite thing in the entire world, honey!” And she gives me a big kiss and says: “And so are you. Now take those shoes off and sit on the table. I have soup for dinner”.
Isn’t it nice to be loved?