She lies on the hay and I lie on her. The rain drips off the roof while the rain pours outside she's warm and I like just lying there talking to her softly. It's only a small shed about four feet high and we're both squashed together but it's nice just how I like to feel.
Susan Street, age 12
'My Goat Tinker Bell,' in 'Journeys: Prose by Children of the English-Speaking World,' collected by Richard Lewis (1969).
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