Somewhere in Shetland there is a little faat black pony who loves dancing in all the water buckets left out for him and his friends by his kind and extremely tolerant owner and rescuer.
He just can’t help himself – like a moth to a flame….
Waffle only has to see a bucket of water and whoosh, he’s in like Esther Williams but without the flowery swimming hat.
Yes, Waffle, the finger points at you. He is definitely the culprit, despite looking incredibly innocent and rarely caught on film comitting this heinous crime.
These are the preferred buckets, kindly filled daily with fresh water because of said dancing and they are always empty when we find them.
Luckily no one has to rely on this water because there are numerous streams, ditches and even a whole loch-full of water in the adjoining field below.
Which is lucky really because absolutely no one is talking to Waffle or He Who Dances in Water Buckets – that would be his Native American name if he had one.
Absolutley no one!