Me:  Ok, ok, I have brought your ruddy buckets. Thank you for walking over the stream rather than coming up the hill and saving me the hike.  You’re welcome.

Old Men:  (muffled as stuffing faces) You’re welcome!

Me: (thinking and definitely not out loud) We are looking “well” for this time of year.  Possibly a bit too “well”, *** cough *** fat!

Me:  Haakon, don’t steal Bibble’s food, please!

Haakon:  Why?

Me: Because then he will steal your’s.  Duh!

Me:  Hey, guys, here’s a thought…. why don’t you walk up the hill for me at breakfast time and save me the trip?

Haakon:  Hey, Bibble, why don’t we?

Bibble: I don’t know (Jeeesus, you can almost see the lightbulb!)

So what do they do?  They both follow me up the hill!

Me:  Seriously, guys, you could’ve just done that in the first place saving me the hike down the hill to give you your buckets.

But then again that’s why I have horses.  So I can walk endlessly around fields with buckets looking for animals to feed!