I went outside to see the “Vulture of Doom” lurking.
Fairly scary stuff, if you ask me.
He has one of those faces that means business. There is not room for snookums and snogging. No room at all. Don’t even think it. Please.
So, I went to see the lads. They have a pile of new silage and are most happy.
Lovely sharing and no bouncy bottoms anywhere (couldn’t you just nibble those?)
In fact, a small pony got lost in a bucket….
…. but luckily reappeared again (phew!)
Wussums, ever following, decided to get to know the field.
Oh, golly, big mistake…
I am dreading this…
and I was right…. wallop! One stallion down. Next?
So then Indy wanted to meet Wussums (yup, he got the same treatment).
Anyone else in the queue?
Are you that stupid?
Maybe if I stare you out, you will go away.
Or show you my arse!
Nope? don’t believe me? wallop!
Next, Hammy. Hello Hammy.
You’re thick and stupid too. I put my ears back at you, having walloped you on the nosey!
Wussums 3 : Hammy, Indy, Taktur 0
Note-to-self – I must count the horses every day!