Morning Monologue

I was late to take care of the horses at the neighbor's pasture last night because of drill team practice. I think they formed a plan through the night to try and tease me for being late. When I pulled in the driveway I saw a head pop out of the trees and I do believe I heard some snickering.

Dude: "SShhhhhhhhh She's coming, everyone QUIET!"

Rain: "Snicker, snicker. She'll never see us in these trees. It's easy for us bays, browns, and blacks to hide in the shadows of the trees. Sorrells, you stick to the back shadows. Now she'll feel bad for not coming to check on us earlier yesterday."

Dude: "Ivan!, stop swishing your tail. She'll see you! Darn Thoroughbred is going to ruin all our fun."

Ivan: "I can't help it. There's a fly on my butt!"

Brego: "Yeah, he's got a fly on his butt! Can I swish my tail?"

Dude: "Sigh, no Brego. You need to keep your tail still too."

Sam: "FOOOOOOOD"

And then Sam proceeded to come out of the trees and head straight for me. I took some of his food away last night because I wanted to go home. We had major lightening to the north and I wanted to get chores finished up before a storm hit (which never did). I'm guessing Sam thought he was going to finish his grain and beet pulp from last night. Silly Belgian. I'll feed you extra tonight to make up for being late and rushing you.