Escape to Fresh Grass. For the last few weeks the horses have been getting restless. All winter they’ve been in the stables eating hay and oats, but every summer they move to the fields to dine on fine fresh grass. They can smell it in the air, and when the time comes for the move you don’t try and lead them… Oh no, you just rope off a route, throw open a stable door, and don’t stand in the way!
Nifty smells fresh grass
and goes for it..
nearly there...
Monica digs in
Scarlett's happy