There is more than meets the eye in the pasture. Something is afoot.

Fred, Fred, ….. Fred.
Holy HorseJockeys Fred. Hide me. You have to hide me. I think Margaret is trotting over this way. Oh… I’m pretty sure of it now.

You KNOW I can’t stand that old nag.

Oh gawd Fred. Puuuhhhhhllllleeeeaaassse.. you have to hold still. Maybe she won’t see me. Please hide me.

Oh great. Lookit. She IS coming this way. Oh, and she’s all-out galloping now. Fred…. I’m ducking behind you. Try to look like an eight-legged horse, will you man? I owe you for this one buddy. Oh my gosh. Is that a BRIDLE in her mouth. Oh… this can’t be good. What a night mare.

John. Just talk to her if she comes over.

Wellll…. that’s a big nay, Fred. Margaret is SO lame.  She is going to try to saddle me into going on another dang date. BIG NAY on that Fred. Big Nay.

The Traumas of Horse Speed Dating.  They can’t all be studs.