I am Precious and my horse's name is Pretty Boy. Those are our barn names. That is what we get called on an everyday basis. I am a Paint horse and my paper name is Skippers Precious. My Pretty Boy is a Red Roan Appaloosa horse who's paper name is Trouper. Anywho........I tell the house mouse about our life and what happens out here on the farm and in my big red barn so she can tell you. Well now you know so on with the stories.................
Showing posts with label House Mouse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House Mouse. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

I was grazing......

There I was a happy happy horse just walking around grazing on the beautiful tender young green grass when it started getting dark at the wrong time of the day or had I been asleep and dreaming about grazing? No it was getting darker but it wasn't because the sun was going down. And then the dark clouds spilled rain on me and my horse with hardly a warning drop falling first. We were over by the feed shed. There is a lean-to there at the end of it where the humans park the truck and the cool jeep. I do not know the reason why by one was parked where the other one usually is which made the other one parked where that one usually is and that meant there was only room for one of us to get under cover. My horse was closest so guess who that left standing out in the rain. Yes that is correct if you guessed it was me, Precious the beautiful Paint horse. I didn't mind just a whole lot at first because I like water even if it is falling on me instead of me standing in it playing. But this rain was getting thick. Does rain get thick? Yes it does. It got so thick I could hardly see my horse over there in the lean-to next to the jeep. The heavier that rain fell the more I backed up until I couldn't back up any more so there was nothing for me to do but hang my head and wait it out. See I couldn't back up anymore because I had backed all the way up into a clump of China Berry trees. Now those of you that don't know it China Berry trees are so thick with leaves that it is almost like standing under regular roof.....most of the time. This rain that was coming down even made it thru the China Berry tree leaves! I was very happy it didn't last very long and then I was over looking into my pond to see if it was deep enough to swim in yet. It wasn't but it was getting close to enough.

The house mouse told me that we got very lucky with that rain when I was telling my story about standing under the tree. House mouse told me that the rain clouds had zipped on past us and stopped over in Shreveport Louisiana where it stopped. They got more almost seven inches of rain in three hours over there. Boy howdy I think that much rain would make my pond deep enough for me to swim in for many days. I sure hope everyone over there in Shreveport Louisiana get dried out soon like I did.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

I was talking to the house mouse

I was talking to the house mouse when a little cotton tailed bunny went hop hop hop right by us. It sure was a tiny thing. Little ears couldn't have been a whole inch long. I did not know that bunny rabbits lived in my barn and the house mouse said the same thing. Well now we know there is at least on of them in there and that it is very cute.

House mouse's computer went dark. Nothing on the screen but blackness and the mouse pointer. That doesn't sound like much fun and house mouse said I was right it is not much fun. Now the house mouse has to listen to me, then run tell cousin what I said and you know that house mouse mouse doesn't have a very big head for remembering a lot of letters that go to words so I am going to talk real slow and not very much.

Human girl said more rain coming this way for the afternoon so if we want to eat grass we better get out of the barn and do it now so I'll be seeing you when I see you next!

Friday, March 7, 2008

more house mouse stories

I am a house mouse who lives in the big red barn. House Mouse's don't have very large heads so there are is a limit to the number of words I can fit in there at a time. This being said I must make a correction. The 'Little Princess' is a little princess but her barn name is 'Grand Little Princess' not just 'Little Princess'. I felt I should make that right because as we all know it is very important that we use names when know names and possibly equally important to learn names we do not know.

We are getting snow out here in our pasture! Not so much now as before but it is still snowing. It started snowing between seven and seven thirty this morning. I didn't know it could snow for three hours but it can! Precious is going out in it some and it doesn't seem to bother her. The Pretty Boy went out and came right back in. I don't think he likes snow much.

I will get the human girl to post you some pictures of the snow later if she comes out of the big house.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

The beginning of a Story by House Mouse

This is for the Little Prince and the Little Princess

There was a King that was sitting on the Thinking Stump in the mythical fantasy Land of Squatamala. He sat and thought so long that he came up with an idea. He thought it would be a good idea to build a fort out in the woods for he and the Queen to stay in and the Little Prince and Little Princess to come play in. And so he started building a fort.

Fort building is not a fast thing like if you were just building a house. And this fort is being built by the King and Queen themselves with some occasional help from the heir to the throne who lives many miles away which takes days to travel on horseback.


This news just in……..The mythical magical gnarly gnomes have moved to Oklahoma. There are now only forest creatures and lovely fairies left in the Land of Squatamala. A joyous noise was heard to be coming from the center of the Land as the celebrating got into full swing.

Inside the Land of Squatamala if you look closely and listen with your heart you may see fairies dancing in the fog of early morning. Some of them are yellow, some blue and some green and some the loveliest shades of brown you have ever seen. All of them have glittery wings and smiles as bright as the sun dancing on a pond at daybreak. In the woods live all your usual woodland creatures. There are deer and possums, skunks and cats. Armadillos guard the perimeter as mighty armored creatures with hairy noses are apt to do on a regular basis, when they are not crossing the road that is to get themselves a Lone Star Beer. There was once seen a unicorn although some may say these are mythological creatures we are sure we have seen at least one here in the fantasy mythological Land of Squatamala.

Here in the fantasy mythological Land of Squatamala anything is possible. We know this because the King told us so. He said ‘If we put our hearts and minds to it we can do it’, yes this is what was decreed in his speech before the squirrels just three days ago. We are pretty sure that means if we believe hard enough and use our imaginations to the full extent then we can see Unicorns and Armadillos wearing helmets crossing the road for a Lone Star Beer.

There are yellow butterflies in the Land of Squatamala and if one lands one you you are very lucky because they are Angels who have stopped by to give you a kiss. Most butterflies can give Angel kisses if you are able to hold still long enough for them to land on you but just by their sheer numbers you are more apt to have a yellow butterfly bestow this blessing on you than any other color butterfly in the Land of Squatamala.

If you happen to be sitting on the Thinking Stump at eleven o’clock in the morning you might smell the most wonder smells that you might think your nose is playing tricks on you but it is probably the Queen of Squatamala in her cooking area making something for the King and his dog ‘Scrappy’ to eat for dinner. The dog ‘Scrappy’ is not an imaginary dog. No he is a true to the heart Hound Dog who can talk. Yes he can. But it is in a long lost language that only the King and Queen can understand most of the time. The Little Prince and Little Princess sometimes know what the ‘Scrappy’ dog is saying when they listen hard enough and use their eyes to see.

The Queen of Squatamala sends word that the Fort is not finished so there will be no coffee drinking there yet....