Nothing is as sweet and fine to my discerning palate as lovely, sweet, sweet grass. FH is mean with our grass, she says it might make my feet sore if I eat too much, weird, humans are odd creatures, she seems convinced though....
The only good thing about the grass rationing is that FH manages to keep us some fresh grass in reserve all through the winter. We get a little bit every day and it certainly brightens up my morning!
We saw FH playing with the zappy fence thing (I can tell if it's on by sniffing it, the humans marvel at my electric forcefield sense, I can't help it if I'm a super pony can I?), this normally means good things like new grass!
Dragon was out for working so The Mini and I waited, tapping our tiny hooves, come on, we're hungry!
Gosh I'm glad she didn't listen to them! She said that she prefers happy Muleteers with ample mud whenever possible, occasionally it's time to stay indoors but we get out as much as possible.