Oh, Pippin, you silly horse, you don't even know how to wear your disguise.
Frankly, I think it looks better on this end
than it does on your face!
What do you think?!
|Aspens in our back yard.|
|Autumn Blaze Maple|
Hey, there. Doc....
What do you want?
Have you seen my Mrs. Owner?
|Huh? Have you seen her?|
Uh...actually, no. Now that you mention it I haven't seen her for a bit.
Maybe we should go look for her - you look over there.
|Well? What do you see?|
Pippin, I don't see her on this side of the barn.
I'll look on my side of the barn.
Nope. She's not here.
I don't see her up by the house, either.
Let's look in the barn.
OK....I'll race you into the stalls!
She's not down by the hay.
I don't see her in the tack room.
Where do you think she could've gone?
Did the guy who is always hanging around her say something when he fed us last night?
Hmmm...he grumbled something about someone going somewhere, to do something. He was somewhat vague. He mentioned something about Detroit.
Do you suppose he could've been talking about my Mrs. Owner?
What's 'Detroit' anyway?
Is it good to eat?
Why do you always think about food?!