Now there is cold white stuff all over the ground. A couple of weeks ago a LOT of that white stuff fell out of the sky and we could hardly walk around. I mean really. It was up to our bellies. We had to send the taller ponies along the trails ahead of us just so we could get through. But then it got warmer and there was water everywhere. So now there is just a little bit of white stuff but it is hard to find nice grass so the lady has to bring us dried grass that she calls Hey! It is the same thing that she yells when I pin my ears back and swing my butt toward my sisters. The Hey! is tied up into squares with strings. The Hey! we get now has blue strings. I mean really bright blue strings. Like Mediterranean waters off the coast of Sardinia blue. So the other day the lady was throwing Hey! to the ponies in the three board fence pasture and she decided to hang the strings on the fence. She usually collects the strings and puts them in feed bags under the delusion that she is going to find a use for them someday. But she looped the strings around the top board and left the ends hanging down like a fringe. She had this idea that if she put the strings on the fence every day, by the end of the Hey! throwing season, the whole fence would have long fancy blue fringe hanging on it all the way back to the pond. So she did that for a couple of days, but today when she got to the fence there were no blue strings. The strings were all lying in the pony pasture and they were dirty and trampled and chewed on. Apparently those ponies were not interested in a freeform blue string art formation. (One of the ponies tried to say that Auntie Fah had pulled the strings down, but the lady didn't buy it because there is no one on the farm named Fah.) So she picked up all the strings before they got frozen in the mud and became pony trip hazards.
Tinkerbelle
