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!