Farm Mom lovingly takes care of her pets, while Ernest rubs himself around her ankles.
She fills feeders with scrumptious hay.
And carries sloshing water buckets.
She even cleans out the stinky barn stalls.
Ernest follows along, making sure no task is overlooked.
Farm Mom brushes everyone’s hair.
She delicately collects eggs in her basket.
And she feeds everyone the best cookies.
In return all the animals love her.
The sheep come bouncing from far away in the pastures.
The goats butt heads over who is next in line for chin scratches.
The cows race to the fence line for extra brushing.
The pigs flop over at her feet for tummy rubs.
Ernest is envious of all the love.
He wants to be loved just like Farm Mom.
So, he decides to be just like her.
Ernest tries to fill the hay feeders.
Ernest struggles to carry the water buckets.
He even tries to clean out the stinky stalls.
But nothing works the way Ernest wants.
Ernest offers his claws to brush the farm family’s hair.
He finds out that egg collecting can be messy business.
And Ernest realizes he doesn’t know how to bake cookies.
Seeing wise Ms. Wiggins lying next to the fence line, Ernest nestles in to ask for some comfort and advice.
“I want to be loved as much as Farm Mom,” moans Ernest. “I try to be just like her, but it doesn’t work out the way I want.”
“Ernest, gaining love isn’t about being like someone else, it’s about just being you,” said Ms. Wiggins, enjoying Ernest’s kitty massage.
“Just like Farm Mom has specific skills to take care of us, so do you,” she said.
The more Ernest listened, the more excited he got.
The more excited he got, the more he curled his toes and massaged deep into Ms. Wiggins’ fleece.
With a great big smile Ms. Wiggins exclaimed, “I think you know exactly what you need to do!”
The next night Ernest waits eagerly for Farm Mom to do her evening chores.
While she fills feeders and water buckets, Ernest deeply kneads the sheeps’ wool.
While Farm Mom cleans stalls and brushes hair, Ernest rubs up against the goats’ faces and gives the cows some horn to tail shines.
While she collects eggs and feeds everyone cookies, Ernest snuggles with the pigs until they fall over.
Climbing on top of them, he has a great view of the farm and all the sleepy members of his family.
Ernest tucks his feet underneath himself, getting ready for a well-deserved rest.
Sassy, the polka-dotted pig, happily snorts so loud it pops Ernest’s eyes wide open. “Ernest, I am so glad that you discovered exactly what it means to be you,” she said.
Feeling relaxed and fully loved, the entire farm family drifts off into a peaceful sleep.