After viewing the collections in the Vanderbilt Museum, I thought it would be nice to see some living animals. So, my next stop was The Long Island Game Farm, to pet some baby goats.
After purchasing a bucket of pellets, I wandered the wooded trails, discovering various penned-in areas. It was easy to see which animals were popular. While the pigs ruled the roost in George Orwell’s Animal Farm, here they did not.
Cute and fluffy reigned supreme, greedily gaining all the goods. I felt bad for the less popular creatures, like the mighty bison who went unloved, so I gave extra pellets to them. But I kept an eye on the pigs the whole time, a silent message to not act up.
The day was exactly what I needed: Nature, deer, and some spitting alpacas, listening to my sister laugh like a hyena. I worried that the animals weren’t more wary, that they didn’t heed the rule: “four legs good, two legs bad.”
They were loving and affectionate. And even though some signs warned of biting, none of them had. Perhaps they knew the truth. I wouldn’t hurt them for the world.
“Liberty is worth more than ribbons,” Orwell wrote.
Fur babies are more valuable than gold.
Dawn B~
Dawn Berkoski 
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