White stuff everywhere

Ugh, I haven' t had a chance to work on this for a long time.  I have actually been getting complaints from my readers.  It is the white stuff.  It is everywhere.  So us ponies have nothing to do but stand around in the white stuff and either eat or wait for more hay to show up for us to eat.  The Lady comes in the little green truck thing in the mornings and then again in the afternoon and brings us nice hay.  This week she has been erratic tho. First there was a whole lot of white stuff and it kept falling from the sky all night and all day.  We hid in our sheds and sent Haylie out to watch for the lady to show up in the little green truck thing, and it seemed like she would never get here.  When she did finally show up, she was sitting backwards on that orange machine and making the white stuff fly all around.  I don't know  how the orange machine knew where to go.  If she was sitting like that on me,  I wouldn't know which way she wanted me to walk. So then we finally got hay and then there was more white stuff and wind, so here came the lady this morning in the little green truck thing and just before the bridge, the truck thing sunk it's round foot into the white stuff and stopped.  The lady seems to like to play a game like this with the truck thing because we have seen her do it a bunch of times.  But we do not think she should play the game before she brings us our hay.  We had to wait forever while she hiked back up to the barn and came back with the orange machine and made white stuff fly around again and eventually she got done playing around and brought our hay to us.  We were pretty annoyed with her being all late, and she started to try to make it up to us by telling us how cute we were and we thought she was going to come in and pet us while we ate the nice hay, but instead, she got all cranky and went slogging through the creek and the white stuff to find the biting rope that used to be strung along where we are not supposed to go.  The white rope was all pulled down and buried in the white stuff and the lady was floundering around in white stuff way up over her knees. So we did  not get petted at all.  Then the lady left in the green truck thing.  There is a big hill by the horses' pasture where we used to live and I think the green truck thing got tired when it was halfway up the hill because it stopped.  Then it went sideways and then we couldn't see the bottom of it at all. The lady got out of it and started poking the white stuff with a big blue square on a stick and that made the white stuff jump out from under the truck thing.  It was pretty far away from us, so it was not a very good show, if that was what the lady was aiming for.  Anyway, she did that for a long time, like she would poke the white stuff, then she would get in the truck thing and it would slide into more white stuff.  I am telling you, there is a lot of white stuff.  When it got toward the bottom of the hill, she stuck a big chain on it and attached it to the orange machine and yanked it out of the white stuff.  Then she drove them both through the horse pasture to get back up to the barn where the nice hay is.  By the time she was done, it was time for us to get more nice hay!