They wait for me.
All of them.
There is no escape.
They are always there.
Sometimes appearing out of nowhere.
With their spikey hair…..
And little faces.
So I fed them all a carrot, Fivla had her TurmerAid and sent them on their way!
And shoving and pushing. Like school kids in the school corridor when the teachers aren’t watching.
And with the wind in their tails, they galloped off and left me.
But I know they are always watching….waiting.