I got a package in the mail a few weeks ago. It was something I didn't have to sign for but when the mailman pulled up, he's a new guy on this route, he honked his horn so I went down the long drive to see what he wanted. Well, of course, Mils in her pasture and follows me down cuz, ya know, she is nosey. So he hands me the package and starts talking about "my horse". Err, she's a Mule Not a horses. Oh really, he says and then he starts telling me about when he was a kid and his dad had a mule. He tells me that someone else on the route has a Donkey and he is so glad to see that my horse, errr, Mule has such nice grass to eat, the Donkey doesn't. So we talk about how Donkeys are desert animals and don't need all that grass, dry lots are fine for them. We end our conversation and as he's walking back to the car, he turns and asks: Does she eat carrots? I go, Sure, what horse, errr, Mule doesn't ? Every mail delivery day since then, inside of my box and on top of the mail, is a carrot.