Look what they've done to us! It’s not right!

NO WAY! NOT FOR ALL THE HAY!

Two-legs made an appearance this morning, while I was still munching on my haylage… She said I’d have plenty of time to eat later on.  Ahy! No hope of there being anything left for me to eat later on, with the way my field-buddies eat! I didn’t mind really. I’ve been dying to get out to stretch my legs. Chester Clydesdale and Trinity were jumping poles the other day and I felt that I was missing out. I love popping over the odd pole now and again.   Watching Sports isn’t quite the same as partaking.

Things were going well at the beginning: saddle on, bridle on... and we should have been off down the road at a spritely pace. How and ever this was not to be the case. Two-legs had a surprise for both Taffy and me. Taffy was sure it was going to be carrots when he saw Jill appear with a plastic bag, but when I saw my Two-legs get that camera of hers out of her pocket I new it was going to be something ridiculous appearing and it wasn’t going to be a carrot.

BUNTING!

Yes… we were both festooned like  Gala Show Boats, with banners and bunting.  I was sorely unimpressed. I wasn’t afraid you understand.  I was furious! Taffy didn’t know what my problem was… he loves “dress-up”. I do not. 

Off we trotted down The Spittle (me hoping I wouldn't meet anyone I knew) and onto the Big Road.  We were going to cheer someone up, so there was a purpose to this regalia. The other advantage of this "dressing-up" was that the stupid cars slowed down to a resonable speed.  Why do stupid cars roar past us equines?  Are they not fond of living?  All it takes is one crisp packet  to blow up from the hedge and I'll be on the bonnet.

Two-legs kept me supplied with grapes on the hoof because I was being a particularly good boy and the day turned out quite pleasant.  The lady was  cheered up and Taffy and I got to race each other home. Bunting and Flags waving about us like true winners!