Was the name of our donkey, when I was married.
We called him Marshmellow because we both l.iked them. But the name did not fit his personality, which was as ornery as he could be, as all male donkeys are.
When we went by a farm that raised them, Beth had to have one, right then. When we got back to Santa Barbara, where we were living, she forgot all about him, and I had to take care of him, by keeping him in a horse ranch.
When our marriage ended, I had to sell him.
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