Morgan went out yesterday evening to move the horses from the field across the road to the upper pasture. Barefoot. Down the gravel driveway and into the field. Barefoot.
Horses are coming!
She was planning on this whole thing being so easy that she didn’t even put her boots on, so all she brought was a can of feed, no lead rope.
Shortcake was briefly tempted.
Then she went back to the grass outside the gates. And left Morgan begging.
She needed help. And probably her boots. A lead rope probably wouldn’t hurt either. Because, turns out, they liked the grass on this side of the road, too.
Then she went back to the house.
For a lead rope.
But still no boots. Because she’s still a teenager.
The End.
Joell says:
:happyflower:
Kids—what are you gonna do? Even a pair of flip flops would have helped.
On July 29, 2015 at 12:59 pm