Another Frolic

6th February 2021

So what’s the stitch up, these are not Eskimo’s!! Peltzer is my next door neighbour and if he an Eskimo then I am a Sea Lion. He a neighbour at home and he is my neighbour in these things called barriers. Oh, Bugger what the hell, I will lodge a protest with Gerald later.

I got out of that machine as quickly as I could but so did my mate Peltzer, I looked left this time and only see Peltzer, where were the rest of them like last run? Go figure. Looked right they slow and easily covered though Jimmy made me work to get to the rail but I was not complaining. No kick back no dust, ahhhhh all on my own, not a care in the world.

The wind, where is the wind coming from, it is buffering my face and ruining my mane. How the hell am I supposed to attract a filly or mare if my mane a mess. Am enjoying as usual running around these glorious pastures with pretty white rails with my mates, it is so much fun.

At the 200 I was looking around to see where this line was so I can hit it again and hit it hard but I think its fictitious and doesn’t exist, I still didn’t see a line. I tried hard all the way down the running but alas my neighbour bit older and stronger for now got the better of me, maybe he hit the line.

Chinese whispers tell me that I am about to have a short holiday Woohoo and the going to shoot for some Arrow