A twolegs chore is this ponys pleasure

Flint doing a spot of gardening

Stinky Ben thought he might help too

                                                                   With the hour moving forward and the sun shining I thought that I should make an early start this morning and help Twolegs trim the lawn. It's been looking a bit long and ragged and I thought that it would benefit from a trim; gratis from me. Well, one must earn ones' keep!

I have only recently learnt how to unlock the stable door and all who know me know I can open the gate with ease, so out I trot with an eager work ethic to began my gardening duties. Stinky Ben and Sally were delighted to be let out of the yard and headed straight to the latrine area of the lawn.

And so our morning continued uninterrupted until that sneak, Ginger George, woke-up Twolegs. He had crawled through an open window and was swiftly ejected. (Twolegs doesn't let Ginger in any more: not since he gifted a not quite dead mouse to her last week). The gig was up! My gardening duties suspended and a renewed hay net for breakfast. Not bad payment for a mornings work!

The unemployed equine

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The Unemployed Equine

You fed us, we listened.

We obeyed your command.

You put us in harness,

and we changed the land.

We helped you grow food and build shelter for all.

You owed us your progress,

thus the Workhorse stood tall.

Much admired by so many our blood-lines bred pure.

We prevailed in your battles

and hardship endured.

We fought close together

and were brave and stood true

We had honour and faith.

The Warhorse held trust in you.

We owed you our progress, our blood-lines and feed.

You bred us to run faster,

thus increasing our speed.

You refined our genetics and crafted our look.

When the Thoroughbred galloped the earth pounded and it shook.

Throughout history we made ourselves useful,

to repay our debt,

but we stopped being useful when in (silently) your technology crept.

Work for a horse is now so scarce and thin on the ground.

We rely on you more,

not the other way round;

so the next time you see a horse in distress,

stop and do something.

Help him out of the mess!”