Hay-ay-ay There! or Fence Follies #1

The story you are about to read is true; the names have not even been changed to protect the innocent guilty!

This is the documented drama of an actual crime.

[Cue Dragnet music]

Sunday, October 2. It was sunny and warm in the pasture. Mrs. Owner was not doing anything constructive, as she was distracted by reading blogs while sitting at the kitchen table.  She didn't need a detective to work day watch with her. Because.....

Hay-ay-ay there! Nay-ay-ay! 

Mrs. Owner!

Hay-ay-ay there!  

It's me, Doc.

I'm here, by the fence.

Nay-ay-ay!

 

Pippin's torn down the wire that protected the new grass. He's in that place with the wonderful green grass.....again! He's where he shouldn't be.

Pippin! Get out of there! Bad boy! 

You've torn down the fence 

.... again.

Shooo! Out!

Doc, did you have to rat on me?

Tattle tale, tattle tale!

Hope you step on a rusty nail!

You are nothing but a goody-goody four shoes. 

You ruined everything.

Now my Mrs. Owner has put the fence back up

and all I can do is stare at that 

yummy, 

succulent,

mouth watering, 

delicious, 

juicy

sweet, 

tasty,

tempting, 

scrumptious, 

tender, 

green grass. 

Sigh...


I hate you, Doc! 
I'm not gonna play with you ever again!