Booger Blanket

So, yesterday had something kind of weird in it. Mother found me in the field and, saddened by my ice beard, brought me in and brushed me, clipping my fore-beard and my bridle path while the donkeys oggled me, then picked my feet and set me free.

She proceeded to capture the donkeys in turn, but when one re-emerged, it looked sort of like this

Proof that Paint is horrible

It was like the Fat Donkey Incident all over again!

I snorted and trotted about. The Badgers snorted and fussed. Julia, afraid of us horses unless there is hay involved, was at a loss as to how to deal with our strange behavior.

Belle stared at all of us like we were idiots.


Humans are very strange.