“Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldnt. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, hed turn around and kick and buck and moo and do just about a...”

“Milkers dont spend half as long with their mothers." Eli spread his chore coat over Little Joe. "Not more than a few weeks. Sometimes one day. Maybe not even ... If you were a peeper, itd be even w...”

“They got a manure machine in there, Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow boards. On wheels. Its fun to ride sometimes, when you dont care how you smell.”

“They got a manure machine in there,” Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow boards. “On wheels. It’s fun to ride sometimes, when you don’t care how you smell.”

“Milkers don’t spend half as long with their mothers." Eli spread his chore coat over Little Joe. "Not more than a few weeks. Sometimes one day. Maybe not even ... If you were a peeper, it’d be even...”

“Little Joe was still behind him. Eli could feel it. He wanted to look back, but he couldnt. The tears were too close. If he were Fancy, hed turn around and kick and buck and moo and do just about a...”

“They got a manure machine in there, Keller said. He went up to the barn and peeked through a hole between tow boards. On wheels. Its fun to ride sometimes, when you dont care how you smell.”

“Katrina held Bram in her arms, speaking softly, reassuringly, as they approached baby Modoc.This was an important moment, a beginning, for she knew the boy would spend his life with animals, especi...”

“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging...”

“She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someo...”

“Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and se...”