Animals fed, animals watered, poultry fed, poultry watered, dogs walked and then I walk past this little gem!

Bibble – or Bible, Binbag, Biblet, Bubble and even Bubblegum! (according to my autocorrect) was hanging over the gate trying his hardest to catch my attention.

Me:  So, Bibble, what do you want?

Me:  Aww, Binbag, is that your I-am-a-good-boy face?

Me:  No, no, I am sorry, Bible, I just have no idea what you want.

Bubble: Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, the eyes, the eyes, not around the eyes, don’t look around my eyes, look into my eyes, (click), you’re under.

Bubbles:  You want to give me Mrs Pasture’s Cookies!

Bubblegum:  You really do?

Biblet: And I don’t have to share them! (just sayin’)

Cousin Haakon was busy elsewhere and disinterested.  He wasn’t listening.

I went to fetch the yummy Mrs Pasture’s Cookies (sent by a lovely friend), and obviously Haakon (no auto-correct for that regal name) came over, and these chaps had two cookies each and that is all because two is the actual number of cookies any small horse who looks like something off a prehistoric cave-painting actually needs!

Just sayin’.