"Now Toot, this is the very last time, and I don't want you to die."
I think Toot must have known that day my Dad was at the end.
She stood so still and lifted each leg right into his hand.
They had come to an understanding that day after all this time.
All four done, she turned, and walked away as if she didn't mind.
That afternoon came way too fast as the truck sped up the lane.
Dad and the buyer went to see ol' Toot, the man limped and used a cane.
My Dad stood and looked at Toot and said leaning on the fence rail,
"Sorry Mister, you drove all this way, this mule's not for sale."
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