My turn for the Minions today. Never a chore, always a pleasure.
I had a bag of carrots with me and I used it to lure them away from the dividing fence and into the hill where the grass grows.
Waffle was very keen.
Silver was interested.
And Storm? Well, in fact, I could feel his little nosey on my hand while I walked (or it could be teefs!)
I ❤️ my little Shetland pony herd.
They give me strength.
And I need them.
Anyway, Newt and his Nuncle Storm were having a little chat.
I guess Newt said something rude like “you smell” so Storm stuck his tongue out.
And then Storm tore him off a strip! Another one for Newt’s (now published in two volumes) Big Book of Revenge.
I walked and they followed with the odd snack stop, even though I had long since fairly distributed my carrots.
I hopped over a prehistoric wall and the herd duly followed.
And then, suddenly, with the wind in their tails, they all galloped off leaving me thinking “why do I bother?”
And they were gone.
I walked back to the car and when I looked back, I could see two little Minions watching me from a distance at the top of the hill.
They do me good. I need my Minions.