I don't know what is going on with everyone getting sick around here. First AA, that big Thoroughbred mare that used to live in Boston had a belly ache and she was lying down and pawing until the lady gave her some medicine and then she felt better. Then my Mom Tudi started lying down and was sad. So the lady called some guy who stuck a needle in her neck and then she felt better. And then yesterday, the black Tux, who lives with us, got sick and he didn't want to move. He would just stand there. He is quiet and sensitive and doesn't say much and the (other) bossy ponies didn't even know he was sick at first. They would tell him to get out of their way and when he didn't, they would bite him. So the lady made him go into the White Hill with her and she washed off his feet and then another lady came when it was dark and she stuck a bunch of needles in his neck. So I think he is feeling better now. He is getting a lot of hay to eat in there and he doesn't even have to eat it through these nets in boxes.
But the lady said she is getting fed up with all these sick and dead and suicidal and stupid animals. She has to keep dumping out Fusion and Artie's water trough because mice jump in there that can't swim. And then there was the raccoon. He had decorated his fur with burdocks, so I guess he wanted to show it off. He walked right up in the middle of the day and sat by the barn door watching the lady while she was making loud bang noises with a long brown stick. You know, the barn is full of those noisy little brown birds, and sometimes after she pointed the stick at the birds, one would fall down. So she saw the raccoon sitting there watching her and she said "Shoo!" I don't know why she thought saying "Shoo" would make the raccoon run away if the loud bang noises didn't. Wow, if that was me, I would have run off when I heard the first bang, but not that raccoon. He just strolled over closer to the lady and sat down. So then the lady went in the place where she keeps medicines and some carrots and brown and black leather things and when she came back out, she pointed the stick at the raccoon and it went bang again. Then the raccoon fell over dead. I think the lady felt bad for the raccoon, what with it being all friendly and everything, but she said that wild things are supposed to act like wild things, like the deer that run off and wave their tails at her when she gets close to them. And she didn't think those dogs that live in the other barn with her would want to be friends with the raccoon.
So I hope no one else is acting weird or sick around here. It is getting chilly and we are all wearing warm fuzzy coats and are pretty chubby, so I guess we are ready for when that white cold stuff falls out of the sky. But I would rather have nice grass!
Tinkerbelle
