I was on Washoe.
Juanita was on Jesse.
Washoe spotted something.
It wasn't there last time...
It's a BAD THING.
Control of the horse was rapidly disappearing.
I climbed off to lead the way (No saddle+no stirrups=EXTRA CAUTION FOR ME.)
Oh! Wait! It's just snow!
Jesse, well she was just a little curious.
It didn't appear to "seize her".
Beware the rides of March.
(Don't hate me. I can't help it.)