Something's Afoot

Hay, Pippin. I think something's afoot.

I don't see anything on my foot.

Wayne was here last week. He took off 

all the extra stuff on my hoof.

No, no - that means that I think
something is going on. 

Well, why didn't you say that?

Have you noticed that our Mrs. Owner
and the man that is always around her
have taken away some of our fence panels?

Thank Gawd... I thought I was gaining

a lot of weight and that's why 

the paddock seemed smaller.

Yeah, and they carried away a bunch
of our hay - how stupid is that?
First, they bring it to the barn on a trailer
and grunt and groan as they pile it up.
Now they take it off the pile and put 
it back on the trailer and drive it away.

Uh, oh. I hope they still plan to feed us -

Maybe  they are gonna let us eat all of 

the grass in the pasture - yummmmmm!

You don't suppose that our Mrs. Owner is

tired of having us around, do you? You haven't

done anything to make her mad, have you?

I've tried to be good...  Well, I did kinda bend the

gate. Oh, and I broke the weld on the hinge

of another gate. Oh, and I pooped in my stall

and walked around in it all night - she did 

one of those heavy kinda sighs about that.

Oh, and I bent the D ring on the hay net... again. 

Oh, and I wouldn't come in from the pasture 

last night without a fuss.  Oh, and I kinda 

shoved her around as I was trying to beat 

you out of the gate...

Oh, Pippin, I'm kinda worried....

To be continued...