D'ya Think She'll Notice?

Pssst....Doc.

What is it, Pippin?
I'm trying to sleep.

Look...there's your dinner.
Our Mrs. Owner left it outside the stall.
That really wasn't nice of her to
take your food away on account of
you being a little late to come in to the barn.

I have to admit I didn't like that...

But the green grass was soooo good.
It was almost worth missing dinner! 

Ya know, if I stretch my neck..

and my lips...

I just might be able to reach the food.

My neck is longer than yours.

Let me try.

Maybe it'll help if I push you from behind.

A--al--al--almost got it.

Push a little harder.

Uh oh.

Got it!

D'ya think she'll notice?

Ya gotta love drafty horses!

If it doesn't move ...

push a little harder!

The boys bent the plywood and metal door to the stall.
They bent the latch that holds the door closed.
They escaped!
Apparently they enjoyed the feed
and a night 'out on the town'....
well, a night out in the yard (with lots of green grass!)
They left some fertilizer and footprints behind.
The escapees were apprehended and returned
to their cells stalls in the morning. 

Impasse

Pippin and Doc can access their stalls from the run-in shed. Generally when I begin rustling in the hay (I said rustling, not wrestling!) they trot into their respective stalls from the back and I am greeted by two eager faces peering over the fench doors at the front. Except for last night....

Pippin, move your lard butt
I can't get into my stall.

I can't move.

I seem to be stuck.

Well, back up. 

No, you back up.

I was here first!

Their predicament, which they solved with a little bit of force (is there any other way? Oh, and all was OK; horses and the door) reminded me of Winnie the Pooh:

Winnie the Pooh: [tries to climb out the front door of Rabbit's house but is stuck] Oh, oh, help and bother! I'm stuck. 

Rabbit: Oh, dear. Oh, gracious. Oh. Well, it all comes from eating too much. 

Winnie the Pooh: It all comes from not having front doors big enough!