The Fog

The fog is so thick I can’t see my barn! I am a big girl and not afraid of anything. My human girl calls me ‘fearless’ I am so brave. But when that big glob of hay came walking out of the fog this morning I jumped about two feet straight up in the air! Wildest thing I had seen in quite a while that walking hay. Hay isn’t supposed to walk. We walk to the hay not the other way around. But sure enough here it came and it was coming right at me. Now don’t get me wrong I have seen hay move before. But there is usually a tractor hooked to it when that happens. And there was no tractor this morning. That hay was WALKING and that is just wrong. So I jumped straight up in the air and landed solid on all four legs incase I needed to take more action. I drew myself up very tall and spread my chest out I was not afraid………….not anymore anyway. I was ready to take on that walking hay. I pawed the ground. And that’s when it happened. That hay had a voice! Yes it did I tell you it did and I’ll tell you what it said too. It said ‘Stop that.’ Well now if that’s just not something to write home about I don’t know what is. Walking hay that knows I’m not supposed to be pawing the ground on account of that is not good for my hooves and it’s a bad habit to get into and well it’s just not allowed. That walking hay got cleared of the fog finally and I could see it had arms and legs so then I figured out that if I hadn’t still been just a little scared I might have noticed that the voice belonged to my human girl. Mercy me what was I thinking, walking hay, well everyone knows there’s no such thing as walking hay. Silly me. Walking hay.