Immigrants

We were standing in the woods this morning and then we heard a big crash and lots of sticks breaking and here came Krissy, strolling right into our clearing and she had Belle and that Peaches running right behind her.  She was acting like she is all that because she has her own little band of ponies now and she said something about busting down a gate and running in the fields and now she was here to join her band with ours.  Well, you know, we have a BIG band of ponies and you can't just come waltzing in here, thinking you are going to be a part of the gang.  We don't even know how she got in here, but then, she is pretty short and has been known to run under the fence, but what about those other two?  Anyway, Harley and Billy went over to tell her that we don't allow any immigrants to just come wondering across our border and expect to   join us, especially since she deserted us a few weeks ago and has been living up there by the barns, in proximity to carrots and lots of attention and even going in the barn when it is hot and muggy out.  Not exactly the brightest move to come running back here, if you know what I mean.  Not that we don't have a lot of nice grass and then there is the spectacular mud. After Harley and Billy chased Krissy and her interlopers away, we all ran after them and chased them out to the log fence, where Krissy took the time to flop down in the mud and roll.  There is no decent mud up in those paddocks by the barn.  They just have grass.  Our mud comes in brown and gray and you know, lots of cows used to live here long before us ponies got here, so the mud smells like cow!   And I am talking really like COW!  Whew!  So Krissy stood up and it was like half of her was white like when she got here and the other half was dark brown and stank like COW!  Wow!  I guess if you wanted to fool a coyote into thinking you were not a pony, that would be the way to go.  So we were still milling around and heading back over to our woods when the lady showed up.  She was carrying halters and had on clean clothes and short pants (At least we think those chubby white sticks between the bottom of her pants and the boots were her legs)  and she was not saying nice words.  She walked up to Krissy and patted her head.  She told Krissy that if she wanted to stay back here with Belle and that Peaches she could.  But that they should not be escaping and running all over the countryside and getting in trouble.  I think she just didn't want to put her clean halter on that little COW-smelling pony.  So now we seem to be stuck with three extra ponies.  We'll see how long that lasts.