This is Ranger. The horse.
I am not happy about the neighbor herd.
In this morning I was standing in the sun waiting for first food time. Standing in the sun is my favoritest thing.
The neighbor herd left their yard. You are not supposed to go through your fence if there are no people telling you to. It is the rule. But they pushed over some of the fence in their yard and walked out. They left their yard and started eating the grass by my yard. They should not eat MY grass. If they eats MY grass it is gone and I can not eat grass. And eating grass is my favoritest thing. So I watched them mean.
Beel ran out of the people barn and up to the neighbor herd. I think he thinked they were going to run away. They did not run. The neighbor herd just stood and ate MY grass. I watched them mean. Beel just watched them. Waneeta came and watched them too. Maybe they do not know how to watch mean. The neighbor herd pretended they were not there and ate MY grass. After a long long long time Beel and Waneeta got big and watched them mean so the neighbor herd wented home. The neighbor herd stooded on the hard dirt yard for a little time. There was no grass so they runned away again. Beel gotted into the sock-her-mom-tack-see and drived to farther than the herd to stop them from running away more. But they had already stopped to eat some grass. MY grass again. By the people barn.
Waneeta finally catched one of the mares in the herd and they all followed her back to the neighbor herd yard and wented home.
Now it is almost first food time and that is good.
First food my favoritest thing.
Ranger. The horse.