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Secrets and Lies at Firefly Farm

I can’t keep it a secret any longer.

Bribery, Blackmail, Secret Photographs–none of these were necessary to make me cave. My name is Savannah. I’m a whistle blower who can’t actually blow a whistle. Instead, I’m going to let you in on a massive secret.

Dusty:

Is ACTUALLY the 90’s Rocker known as Diesel Dust! Here he is, attempting to hide from the paparazzi.

Once I figured this out, he attempted to conceal himself behind a cool set of shades–but I saw right through this flimsy disguise.

He tried to sneak out at dusk, but once he’d been discovered, Diesel Dust (Dusty) was quickly surrounded by fans eager to get his hoofprint.

Though rumors abound, this gorgeous stud has been known to canoodle with a particularly leggy brunette. One anonymous source has identified her as “Lexi,” though this hasn’t been confirmed.

Though part of a “big hair” group of the ’90’s, Diesel Dust has since blown his money on ladies and expensive hoof treatments. Furthermore, his lengthy addiction to tail-growth hormone has been well documented.

“He’s a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy,” Honey Bear told me on a recent morning, sobbing her eyes out as she came to terms with the fact that the tall, dark, handsome stud would never call her ‘Mrs. Dust.’ “I’d pictured us in a big stable together, surrounded by a white picket fence. Just the two of us and Diesel Dust junior.”

One recent incident under active investigation is that Diesel Dust (Dusty) is running an underground mud-wrestling ring behind the barn. Photos confirming this report remain inconclusive.

It is to be noted that there are many involved in this scam. Not only are most of those living here aware of what’s going on, some are sentries for these activities. It is believed that this one gives “Tips” about infiltration and snitches.

Though it was assumed at the beginning of my investigation that these…animals…were innocent until proven guilty, it can be assumed that nobody’s clean. Everyone I’ve discussed this with has said that Dusty has spies everywhere, and knows if someone isn’t holding up their end of the bargain. They hide in plain sight, and tend to be easily overlooked.

Worst of all, his assassins have no problem “taking people out.” They even keep waterproof “blankets” nearby to wrap you in, should they need to keep the area clean.

There are acres and acres of land behind the pastures where nobody would ever hear a whinny.

This freshly dug “garden” was “created” after a recent “transaction” between Tip and her boss:

Innocent pile of freshly turned earth, or something more sinister? You decide.

Beware next time you’re on your way to Firefly Farm. You may find yourself in the middle of Espionage, Treason, and Blackmail–or at least up to your eyeballs in manure.

Happy April Fool’s Day!

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Licorice? Is That You?

   The natives are restless. They see and smell someone new, and they can’t wait to create a disturbance.

   We have a new boarder, and every time I see her, I experience deja vu. She looks almost exactly like Melody’s daughter, Licorice.

   The horse above is my gorgeous girl, Licorice, who is now owned and loved by a dear friend.

   The new boarder is gorgeous and resembles Licorice. I miss my little girl so much, so having another horse who reminds me of her is comforting. I’m glad she’s here. Her name is Misty, and she’s a sweetheart. She has brown eyelashes over one eye and white eyelashes over the other eye. She’s calm, relaxed, and sweet. She has four white socks and is a lovely chestnut. Her stall is the easiest stall I’ve cleaned in a long time–solids in one area, liquid in another.

  She’s also made a new friend. Her stall is the one next to Braz, so she and Braz have all night, every night to play around and be buddies. Then I put them together out in the RAMM pasture. They’re getting along really well. I think I’ll put Honey out there with them tomorrow.

   Everyone else is doing very well. Dusty and Coffee stand next to each other in the pasture no matter how warm or cold it is outside. They usually have their noses facing the same way, almost as if they’re boys watching a football game on television. Perhaps they’re discussing Keats, Byron, and Shelley. Perhaps they’re rating the girls. (“That Lexi–ooh, her flanks rank a 10 in my book.”) In any case, they adore each other and are inseparable. When Dusty runs, Coffee runs. When Coffee stands, Dusty stands. They try to go into the same stall to eat. There are worse things that could happen in life. If Coffee grows up to be exactly like Dusty, I believe his owner will be thrilled.

   Lexi and Senorita are tolerating Honey. Poor Honey is left out in the cold. Braz is busy making buddies with Misty, so Honey is out with the “big girls.” My hope was that the two Thoroughbreds would eventually become buddies. That has come true with a vengeance. They are happy to gang up on poor Honey and push her away from hay piles. They tag-team when they want something. They’ve also tried to (unsuccessfully) take on Melody and Savannah for leadership of the herd. It’s amusing to watch. Everyone gets along, and nobody’s leaving a mark when they’re testing the waters, but it’s good to be aware of the situation. When the “big girls” are roaming, it’s best to step aside. We’ll see what happens when Braz, Honey, and Misty are re-introduced to the Thorougbreds after the “little girls” become a team. Misty has always been a boss mare, so her owner fully expects her to be large and in charge. Melody and Savannah will give her a run for her money, though. 

   Yoda’s tail appears to be healing. New issues are on the horizon, however. Smoky Joe and Penny fought yesterday, both of whom are older and more experienced fighters. One of my boarders heard the fight and described it as a sort of violent encounter.

   I hope the animals can figure out their hierarchies without involving me. I prefer to be the omnicient hay and grain giver, not the violent-animal separater. In the meantime, I think I’ll give Licorice–I mean Misty–another candy cane.

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