We've had a wonderful time the last few days. Marianne, our substitute chambermaid, was far superior to the woman. She made our rooms up to perfection and left an artistic fan of carrots on each of our flakes of hay. She let us supervise to our hearts' content and told us all how superior and handsome we are. She didn't once refer to us as "a herd of calculating evil equine entities".
Doc doesn't like any sort of change so he acquired a messy cut over one eye before the woman left in hopes she would cancel her trip. It swelled up to an impressive boiled egg size and he moaned a little and stuck his head under the woman's arm. It very nearly worked and caused her to become agitated enough to consider not going but then she put some cream on it and it started getting better. Callous heart that she is, she went, though she kept running back to say yet another goodbye before she finally drove off. We immediately resumed foraging for food.
The male human was equally accomodating and saw to our every need. Unfortunately he didn't let us examine any power tools. Our friend Jamie was with him when he put us in last night and even though TJ has seen him many times, he wouldn't come in the barn with two human males in there. Jamie had to go and stand well outside the paddock before TJ would consent to enter. I haven't experienced it myself, but TJ says male humans are highly dangerous and unpredictable.
I'm sorry to say the woman came back blathering about a four day old mini TJ that she saw at this Equi-mania thing she attended. There was a sign saying it was a very rare black mini mule - just my luck, the only other one around and it comes here to live. The infant mule was a holy terror and kept his horse mother under a perpetual state of assault (when it wasn't doing laps of the stall). My advice to them is to leave it at the side of the road with a sign around it's neck saying "Free". Of course it would probably eat the sign.
Her presents to us are highly practical and therefore dull. A flymask with bubble- shaped eye covers that will make Doc look like a space alien. A beaded fly veil and bridle for Molly, a halter for TJ, and a fleece harness pad and stall front donkey cutout for me. The other humans bought their equines much nicer things - like sugary snack food. We did get new clippers and hopefully they're quieter than the gigantic ones they use on me that sound like B52 bombers.
Ah well, back to humouring herself. We all pretended not to know her last night but this morning I gave her a light nuzzling. Safer to keep on her good side.