Equine Denis the Menace

My normal Saturday consists of getting up at the butt crack of dawn and heading over to the farm to feed the horses. I was pleased that my alarm clock wasn’t possessed this morning, but I still had to climb through the Amazon jungle of Christmas lights. Next time I will be sure to bring a machete just in case a monkey or wild animal decides to jump out of the Christmas light vines. You can never be too careful. I quietly got ready for the farm and went out to Kermit the Frog (my car, that looks a little frogish). It wasn’t too cold this morning, which made my morning venture much more pleasant. I drove to the barn.

When I got to the barn I began with feeding Joe, Scarlet, Marek, Frieda, and baby Ida. This is what I normally do first. While they are eating their scrumptious morning rations of compressed oat pellets, I spread some hay out in the pasture. Ida was still eating when I finished this task so I decided to muck out Scarlet and Joe’s stalls. Scarlet didn’t really pay much attention to me as I was cleaning away, so I finished cleaning her stall rather quickly. I then moved on to clean Joe’s stall. It didn’t take me long; he is a rather clean boy (how ironic). As I was taking the muck bucket out of his stall I turned and shut his door. I moved the muck bucket and turned around just to see Joe push open his door and run out the barn.

I grabbed the first halter and lead rope I could see and walked out of the barn after Joe muttering, about how ignorant this pony is. He left his food you know, that is not something ponies do very often. I turned the corner and was headed down to the new barn, where Joe was headed. He was trotting in a zigzag down the driveway and seemed to be enjoying himself. The worst part is he was completely aware that his enjoyment was making my job a pain in, the you know what. I followed him down the driveway. He saw me coming and leaped five feet into the air and ran through the snow. Because he is an incognizant pony he had no idea how deep the snow was. Still, he pressed on through the snow. Soon, he found himself up to his belly in snow. He looked like such a fool the only thing that crossed my mind was what a Kodak moment. I gave a quick giggle and was sure I would catch him now. As soon as I was close enough to toss the lead rope over his neck he jumped into the driveway and went around the barn.

The only thought that was going through my head now, is I better get some grain, he will come to grain, ponies love food. I walked into the barn, and saw Jada cleaning some stalls. I told her of Joe’s need for speed and she came and helped me catch him. Of course, Joe thought this was a great game and wanted to run far away from us. Little did he know, that we were just standing in the same place along with all the other horses watching him make a fool of himself. He kept running back and forth, probably saying “na na na na na.” I couldn’t help but smile. How could running around with no one even chasing or showing interest in you be so much fun? This little pony was having the time of his life running around in the snow and I suppose for once in his life, he felt like he was a wild brumbi from Australia. He ran and ran and ran. I just kept laughing at his perked ears and bright eyes. His happiness was making my job ever so humorous. Eventually he got bored of us not chasing him and he stopped right in front of me. He put his head down low and was breathing rather heavy from his adventure. I put the halter on his head, and together we walked back up to the old barn.