Irish uh Oh here she comes.
She's not thinking to ride is she? The snow is still too deep!
Let me look- hmm, nope she has that black bag that holds the weird box she likes to look into. We should be okay.
Oh good. As long as she doesn't expect me to go into the deep snow.
Where's she going?
Out into the paddock. With her black bag. She better be careful- the snow is deep in places out there.
Well I'm not following her! Not without carrots and I don't see any.
Irish: what on earth is she doing- rolling up the snow?
Carmen: go check it out. I would but I'm a lady.
Sigh. We can watch her from here.
|can you see Irish? What is she doing?|
I'm not sure- she may have lost her mind
Carmen: I can't believe that she's completely ignoring us. I can't take it anymore let's go see what's she's doing!
Carmen: what on earth did she make?
Irish: I think that it's a snow horse?
Really? Let me see! *sniff* doesn't look much like a horse to me. Maybe it's modern art.
|hello little horse|
Ha! I think it looks like you!
Very funny. I'm going to fix it for her.
|um, horses don't look like this|
|first of all the hind quarters are all wrong|
|and don't get me started on the front!|
Irish: Now you did it- you knocked off the head. Let me help you
Carmen: I think we might be making it worse
Tell me about it young one. You have no idea....
|"it wasn't me it was Irish who wrecked it, I told him not to"|