There’s trouble ahead when the only bridge in town is closed for maintenance.
Clive wanted to work on his comic strips, so I wandered around the farm some more. I saw ducks, cowering from the cold at the back of the pond, looking unhappy, but resigned to their fate as the wind whipped round and round and the snowflakes fell. I saw two more hiding inside an open shed, trying to stay out of the wind, then over by the arena I saw a horse in a blanket, standing with its hind to the wind, its eyes closed tight, obviously deep in thought about hay or oats or something equally nice – perhaps the loving warmth of its stable. In a moment I saw a sleek, black dog running madly from here to there and back again, seemingly just to be doing something, or – if I’m feeling generous – to stay warm or get exercise.
Then I went into the barn and saw little Jewels, at play. She was being very well supervised, as I’m sure you’ll agree.
Back at the farm again we wandered around the corrals to see what was going on.
“Now there’s something interesting,” said Clive.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like the snow pony’s being a little stubborn.”
“Carrot not good enough?” I asked.
“Um, something like that. Or else he just doesn’t feel like going for a ride today.”
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