Firstly, as I've said before, once I learn something I don't forget it. Today when Brita came to get me, I was standing at the gate with the chin piece of my halter chewed and hanging from each ring. I'm not telling how I do it. Obviously I don't have to have it off to chew it. It's my special secret. So, that aggravated her a little and she put me in my stall.
She clattered around the barn for awhile and then brought me out onto the crossties.... and I saw a...a...a vision. A Miracle. It was a baby horse.
I couldn't even think about such things and continued to carry on. It took the crossties and Mom too to hold me in place. I even forgot my manners and cow kicked at Brita. Unfortunately for me, because of my poor behavior, she had a whip in her hand and I got a lickin. I should have thought about that. She had been rapping my ribs with the butt of the whip trying to keep from getting trompled and I never noticed it until I got laced with it. That sobered my up pretty quick. My 10 minute tantrum was over.
I think I got groomed, it's all sort of fuzzy. After awhile I got put back in my stall where I kicked and carried on. I think Brita went and played with the little colt without me. That made me very jealous and angry. I was so restless in my stall, she put me back out before she left. I ran all over looking for the little colt and smelling to see where he was, but he had vanished, like a mirage. Boy was I mad. I have had a very bad day.