FROM THE HORSE’S MOUTH

Have you ever had one of those days when it just doesn’t pay to get up in the morning?  Well, I have!

Incidentally, there’s a lady who comes to the farm every week, walks up to my fence and bellows out my name at the top of her voice, S-t-e-l-l-a.  She thinks I don’t know about Marlon Brando and Streetcar Named Desire (honestly, people can be so dense sometimes).

Oh, yes, back to my story.  It was a beautiful Spring morning.  The air was soft, the grass coming in green, and I was so happy to be back at my old home where I felt safe and loved.  I guess you could say I was really feeling my oats and decided to take a romp around the grounds and kick up my heels.  When I got to the far end of the pasture the fence seemed to beckon to me and I had a sudden vision of a magnificent flying leap—too late—BIG mistake.  I landed, not with the wings of an angel, but with feet of clay, smack dab in the middle of the you know what… pile—right up to my belly.  The kids in United Neigh helped dig me out and wash me down.  Everyone felt badly for me and I went into a decline for little time, but I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you (even though some of my friends did call me    “sh… face” for a few days).  I can even smile at the lady who keeps yelling my name. The moral of my story:  Look before you Leap!