Unlike Abby I decided to venture out of the barn to make sure things were A-OK.
It was a good thing I did because this is what I found...
The snow, EATING OUR HAY!
How can the publicist allow this?
How can the male person let this happen?
This is OUR hay, not the snow's!
I stamped my hooves and told them they had better do something about it.
Just look at all that snow!
Then I got worried.
If the snow was eating the hay...
What else might it eat?
I ran back in the barn before it could eat ME!
