“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

A Letter From Camp

(Fat Camp, that is.)

"Dear Friends,
Please, oh, please send food.
We've been at this Fat Camp now for three weeks and we're not impressed.


Every morning we have the same low-cal breakfast.
(Hay that has been soaked overnight to remove the soluble carbohydrates.)


Then we head out for morning calisthenics.
And just to make sure that we don't grab any illegal snacks, we have to wear
this ridiculous headgear.

(This photo was taken weeks ago...while Daphne was still quite stout!)
Mid afternoon, we have a small snack.
It sure seems that our snack might be made of the same stuff 
of which our breakfast was made.


We do get a delicious treat of vitamins and minerals each day,
and we look forward to that.
It smells and tastes delicious... like dessert.
But we're pretty sure it's diet dessert, cause there's never enough of it to fill us up.


After snack time, we get lots of hugs and kisses, ear scratches, and tummy tickles....
which we really like.
But, if we were given a choice, we would rather have something more to eat.


Finally, before bedtime we get another big meal and more hugs and kisses.
It sure seems a lot like the same stuff we had for breakfast and snack, but
we don't care.
This meal is big like...

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