as long as I was in front of him
to be eaten first!
The cows were taking advantage of the warmth, too, and had ventured out into north pasture where the horses could hear them moving but not see them. Crunching noises and pawing from the other side of the hill - it must be.... horse-eating monsters!
Much snorting, wheeling and scooting ensued.
They were having a fine old time.
They were having a fine old time.
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