hedgehog-moss:

My 13yo cousins made a stop at my farm on their way to visit their grandmother farther North, and I wondered if I should look at their social media the day before because today’s teenagers make me nervous and I don’t know what they’re into and how to entertain them. They arrived talking about obsolete currencies (of all things) and how the Aztecs used to pay with bird feathers filled with gold dust. They asked if they could go look at my coop to see if chicken feathers are big enough for them to cut the tip of the quill and put some dirt inside. Then they spent an hour very patiently approaching Pampe (she’s shy with strangers) to feed her their melon rinds and pet her. Now I feel silly for worrying; Today’s Teenagers just want to hug a young llama and make counterfeit Aztec money.