The Three Muleteers invite you in to their world of long eared ponderings and experiences of everyday life as mules that own humans living in the UK. The gang are Callie the riding mule, The Mini a handsome miniature mule whose small stature belies his huge personality and Ro-Land the honorary long ear who is really a shetland pony. They are joined on their adventures by the humans they own and their conspirator Catanian (aka Diesel the crazy cat).
Greetings Muleteers! When does rubbish become treasure? Well when you're me everything is a potential culinary delight! MH has been busy gardening in my honour and has been assembling a lovely pile of edible goodies for me.
I have been busy sunbathing and enjoying the lovely weather and as I am rather less prosperous in size than those naughty minis I have been allowed out on some extra grass.
Imagine my delight when I relaised that MH's trash heap was left just for me! Who needs lovely green grass when there's a bonfire pile ripe for the munching. FH got a little concerned as she was flapping that coniferous woods are not safe for mules - does she think I'm daft?? Anyway she watched me carefully in case I should have a funny five minutes and decide to eat something that will give me belly ache, she's such a drama queen sometimes.
Now then I was thinking about the meaning of 'Bonfire', generally this is accepted to mean trash that is ready to be burnt.... now my mule logic interprets this as 'Trash that is ready to be engulfed by a Dragon', perfect, I am one therefore I eat :-)
I did my best to hide myself away in the Bonfire, so that FH couldn't see me when it was time to be caught for bedtime.... alas it didn't work. I am so pleased, MH's trash is my treasure, now then I wonder if he would like to cut down some more roses for me or perhaps that elusive apple tree across the garden fence, surely they must be fit for Dragon's Bonfire???