Wednesday, 30 April 2014
“Instead of legs, horses should have wheels. Then they’d be petable motorcycles. ” ― Jarod Kintz, Sleepwalking is restercise
Mummy seems frighteningly keen to get me on a horse. I know I keep her quiet for hours in the car by making every single possible animal noise ( including fish) but that does not mean that I want to ride. I think they ought to be approached with caution.
Yesterday, I saw one throw back it's lips and try and take a chunk from its compatriots neck and Mummy expects me to stroke it. She has some crazy ideas. (Something to do with being kicked in the head by a hoss?) Last week she got us chased by a herd of bulls. She doesn't seem to realise that I am small and attractive in my orange jacket and yellow wellies. Mummy says “It's hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse.” but I prefer Granddads motorbike.
But I can draw a horse.
Anyway, I am going home tomorrow. I am so excited about seeing Daddy. And the builders and Daddy.
I shall miss the woods, and the birds and the newts the puddles and the sticks and the holes.
And the Bluebells and the trees and the light and did I mention the sticks and the holes?