John J Ernst
2006-05-25 05:07:38 UTC
Something rather funny happened to me today.
I was mucking out a stable where we have a mare and her foal. Suddenly the
mare let out a loud squeal, brushing passed me to the other side of the
stable nearly knocking me over in the process. She promptly spun on her
heels, laid her ears back and dropped her head.
My first thought was that I had done something to really piss her off, and I
was about to be stomped into the sawdust. Instinctively I opened my mouth to
say something like, "What the @#%&", hoping that the severity of my voice
would bluff her into not turning me into puppy pâté. Just as I was opening
my mouth a bumblebee flew into it stinging me on the lip and tongue. The
mare wasn't mad at me; she was getting behind me for protection. It seems
that the bee had stung her first, and then went on to wallop me.
A new one on me. A horse wanting protected from the bad old bubble bee.
John Ernst
I was mucking out a stable where we have a mare and her foal. Suddenly the
mare let out a loud squeal, brushing passed me to the other side of the
stable nearly knocking me over in the process. She promptly spun on her
heels, laid her ears back and dropped her head.
My first thought was that I had done something to really piss her off, and I
was about to be stomped into the sawdust. Instinctively I opened my mouth to
say something like, "What the @#%&", hoping that the severity of my voice
would bluff her into not turning me into puppy pâté. Just as I was opening
my mouth a bumblebee flew into it stinging me on the lip and tongue. The
mare wasn't mad at me; she was getting behind me for protection. It seems
that the bee had stung her first, and then went on to wallop me.
A new one on me. A horse wanting protected from the bad old bubble bee.
John Ernst