This weekend, my dad asked me if I’d help him with a job. Aside from his actual work, he hauls animals or equipment for others. Normally, when he asks me to go, we take a horse to a different barn.
Well, this trip was definitely not a normal delivery! We were to pick up a miniature donkey from an Amish farm, and take it to a birthday party at a restaurant in the city of Boardman, Ohio. It seemed like an interesting way to spend our Saturday evening, so we grabbed an oversized party hat and went on our way.
We took the horse trailer to go pick up the donkey. After we got him loaded and headed toward the restaurant, my dad said, “Oh man! We don’t know his name!” We laughed and I started suggesting names; Norman? Ralphie? Francis? After a while, we decided to call him Franklin.