“I feel like Dr. Doolittle”

#14) Help Mel Willy get over her fear of farm animals

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Melissa, or as I lovingly call her, Mel Willy, revealed to me during springtime that she has a big fear of farm animals. I’m not sure why, and she won’t respond to my text asking her why so I’m assuming (and thinking she mentioned it the other day) that she doesn’t like that they could potentially chase/bite/kick a person.

Her ex-roommate and one of our friends, Grace, confirmed that yes, Mel Willy is indeed very afraid of farm animals and en route to their school (filled with back roads and farms) Mel Willy would be very paranoid and scared of the livestock to her left.

I love all animals and Melissa so I thought I would attempt to help her get over this fear. At first we were going to start with a movie (something like Babe) and then go to the farm at the end of my street for a meet and greet with real animals and then the final exam would be the llama hike (also a summer goal).

We skipped the movie and Melissa came over so we could see some farm animals. We walked to my neighbors house who owns the animals and this is the first thing we saw:

4 goats! The baby goats are named Bill and Ted.

4 goats! The baby goats are named Bill and Ted.

And this was Melissa’s reaction:

Petrified.

Petrified.

We were then surrounded by the farm dogs:

Which I'm sure was overwhelming.

Which I’m sure was overwhelming.

After a while, Melissa warmed up to the goats.

10513297_10152510045375860_8810711409490030494_nSo we walked around the farm and talked to the owner who told us the names of the animals, which we both loved.

 

 

We saw a pony!

We saw a pony!

We saw a donkey!

We saw a donkey!

 

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After we took a selfie with a goat,

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we decided to go to a more “advanced” farm, McCray’s.

 

If you haven’t been to McCray’s Farm in South Hadley before, you should. It’s small and cute and free (unless we accidently didn’t pay) and they have ice cream there. There’s a great haunted hay ride too during fall. Also, if you have been to McCray’s but not in a long time, it’s worth a trip there. It’ll feel a lot smaller than it did when you were younger.

We started driving to McCray’s and I immediately picked up the phone, called my friend Nate, and told him we’d be there in 5 minutes and that we were going to McCray’s Farm. Needless to say, he was excited.

We got there blastin’ our Kanye, parked, and realized it was free (again, I think it was). We walked in, and I could tell Melissa was already feeling more comfortable around farm animals!

She pet a sheep! Also I am very proud and concerned that I was the only one of the three of us who knew this was a sheep.

She pet a sheep! Also I am very proud and concerned that I was the only one of the three of us who knew this was a sheep.

She smiled at a goat! Who knew she had it in her?

She smiled at a goat! Who knew she had it in her?

She tried to pet a bunny, but it bounced away.

She tried to pet a bunny, but it bounced away.

We saw so many animals at McCray’s Farm, it was Mc-cray-cray. We saw white and black sheep, geese (including a grey goose, haha), a baby cow (calf?), a llama, many a-goat, bunnies, no horses?, farm kittens, chickens, and best of all: peacocks! We all loved and were slightly afraid of them. There was a white one and a multi-colored one and the latter was very loud and aggressive.

Show off.

Show off.

By the end of our time at McCray’s, Melissa was petting goats like it was her job.

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She came a long way from her days of staring at them from afar.

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"Believe in yourself"

“Believe in yourself”

Sorry that this post was really weird and mostly sarcastic.

 

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Nice job, Melissa. We are all proud of you.

 

Thanks,

Samantha

 

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