Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Who Gets the Marbles?
When I head to the barn in the afternoon the horses usually run up to the gate. They are very rude, jockeying to get in the best spot. Once I open the gate, the first horse takes two steps onto the grass, and plunges his head down immediately. No more galloping out into the pasture with the abandon of a newly released fiery steed! Whoever gets stuck behind has to literally push the
grazing immovable horse out of the way, and loses out on at least three chomps of grass! Watching Doc and Pippin mow down the grass and not wasting a minute of gobbling time, I was reminded of this picture, which I originally posted last year. Ironically, it was about the same time of year. My boys think I am starving them since they only get two hours on the lush (by Colorado standards) spring grass.
Hasbro missed the mark when they designed "Hungry Hungry Hippos"! I'm thinking that someone misread "Haffies" and substituted "Hippos" during production!
Go, Pippin, get that marble! Hurry up, Doc, Pippin's getting ahead of you!
Don't you think the game would be much more appealing with Haflingers instead of Hippos?!
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