Stormy Night

A few long faces greeted me when I returned to my field this morning. Two-legs had brought me in for the night because of the storm.

Both Fawlty and Audrey were the first to greet me. Audrey wanted to know where I’d been. She’d worried that I had been blown away during the night. She hadn’t noticed me leaving with Ali G G and Crabby, so she had spent quite a bit of the night calling for me. It was nice of her to show some concern, and to get such a warm welcome from her on my return, but it would take some wind to lift old sturdy boots here off the ground!

Fawlty was keener to tell me about the drama they all had. During the wee small hours an errant plastic bag had entered the field and chased a few of the mares around for a while.  Fawlty said that he’d done his best to calm everyone, but that he had wished I’d been there. “I’m only two you know Flint! And Zabi was neither use nor ornament when I was trying to settle this lot down. It was a bad show. I wish you had been here!”

I was very glad not to have been out last night. I practically dragged Two-legs off her feet to get inside. I didn’t escape the drama completely tho’. I and Two-legs had our own fright last night. I was tucked up with my hay net for comfort listening to the howls of the wind when two legs opened the door and disappeared with it…completely. She made a few howls of her own and I did call after her to question what she was doing.  She appeared a few seconds later apologising and clutching her right arm. The door didn’t make a return. Apparently it had taken itself off with the wind.  It was a quieter night after that. Well, as quiet as it could be. Ponies don’t have much call for a door so I was quite content with it not being there.