Hotshot, Garth
There is something so charming about horses crunching peppermints. While I was strolling through the barn yesterday at the stables, listening to the mice running in the ceiling and reading the signs on the stalls, I came across a bowl of wrapped peppermints.
"Those aren't for the horses," I said. "Oh yes," Walt replied, and quietly started unwrapping some, while Hotshot, who had been acting practically asleep, bored at having his saddle and bridle put on and then taken off repeatedly by a novice like me, perked up his ears for the first time I had seen yet at the familiar crinkle of wrapper and delicately lifted a fresh peppermint off my palm.
2 comments:
That is so cute ha ha. I'd love to feed a horse a peppermint :)
Hi Brooke. I really like your etsy shop. Like your blog, too. I just showed some of your stuff in my blog. So I thought I'd come over here and tell you about it. :)
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