What's that smoke about.......

The House Mouse that types my tails for me, horse hooves don't type well, went up the road to the Widow lady’s house this morning. I thought something must be wrong the way she hurried up the road with a big black rake in hand so I made myself very large just in case she needed me. I do that when there is something important happening. I stand up even taller than I already am and puff my self up then I am ready for anything. I watched the House Mouse go till I couldn’t see her anymore and then I saw smoke coming from behind the Widow lady’s place. It worried me some to see that smoke but it soon became apparent to me that the ladies had whatever it was under control so I went to see what the Palomino filly next door was up to. We didn’t see much of her yesterday. They sometimes put her in a pasture way over there to the West where we can’t even talk so we had some catching up to do.

It was several hours before the House Mouse came back and she looked pretty funny all dirty like she was. She hugged my neck and told me everything was ok that they were just burning some extra leaves. She doesn’t know why just that she was asked to ‘come please’ and it is important to do that as often as you can when you are asked so nicely.