Pinky has one ear now and it has gone to her head.
She was always large but she used to be reasonably humble.
Now she stays in a private stall every night and gets first pick hay and extra peas. Everyone else gets in trouble when they stampede over the broken fence rail and into the front yard.
Yelling yelling yelling, then comes Pinky's turn and nothing but fond chuckles. Ha ha ha for Pinky, threats and promised thrashings for everyone else.
Pinky has been in her stall so long she learned how to open the door, even though she is 1/16th Nubian. Her stall is called Pinky Tower now and the way she acts you would think she is The Oaf of Office. Yesterday it was pouring so she would not set hoof outside the barn but she let herself out of Pinky Tower and started eating the third cutting alfalfa out of the haystack. She also berried freely all over the aisle and what happened. Nothing but fond chuckles.
When Hannah Belle used to do that it was quickstep frogmarch to the horse trailer, no questions asked.
When Pinky does it, ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha. I say bitterly. Ha bitter ha ha ha.
