Ever since he has been little, Storm has always had a streak of naughtiness. He is the typical little boy who wears a school cap a bit too small for him and put frogs in your satchel.

So today Floss and I, taking my big camera, went to brush all the Minions as we had noticed their manes and tails could do with a good sorting out.

We were hard at work, on a relatively nice morning, when we noticed a dark grey cloud approaching.  It started to spit and then to rain as we finished Nos 5 and 6 (Fivla and Vitamin).  All who were left were Silver and Storm.  We decided to keep going as the rain increased telling ourselves it was “just a shower”.  I easily caught Silver and handed him over to Flossie to start and then went off to get Storm.

But no. Storm would have none of it, looked me in the eyes, kicked up his heels and very prettily cantered off down the field, giggling as he went.  The thought of “just leave him” passed through my brain, but Storm had his wicked look.  That was it, I had to catch him.  I walked round and round that field with my piece of carrot and headcollar and of course eventually he gave up and I caught him. But it was not easy and it was a battle of wills between us.  We both knew it.

By now I was soaking, but I duly led Storm back to the gate, tied him up and brushed him while Floss finished Silver.  Once finished, we let them go and, totally bedraggled and soaked, we returned home.

There are no photos of beautifully groomed Minions because my camera had to be protected under my coat!  These photos are old ones.