Our lovely back field has recently acquired a horse. The family has mixed feelings about this new development. A fine mare trotting about in clear view of the house is definitely more interesting than watching grass grow and there is the added benefit of free manure for the garden. However the paddock had felt like our field. We used it for frisbee and running races and I fantasised about keeping bees there one day.
One member of the household has felt this loss more keenly than the rest of us. Biscuit's patch, her hunting ground of abundance has been invaded and she doesn't know what to do about it.
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| Except make like a meerkat |
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| or Egyptian goddess Bast |
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| Finally a desperate Ninja warrior pose and.. |
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| ...the horse laughs in her face. |
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| The final insult |
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