There is no other horses around to look at, and this makes me a sad Roxie.
But then. My trailur leaves an I is not innit. I knows what THIS means.
Espeshully when it coms back. I runs arownd like a wild Roxie.
I is Roxie running! Way over on the left there.
Trot trot trot
Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
"Hi!"
This is a Old Man Horse. His name is Prince.
He's all "whoa dood. Grasses!"
Prince used to be a big-time Show Horse. Now he is a big time Retired Horse an he is my buddy. :)
I'm all "C'mere! Be my Roxie frend!"
"C'mere!"
"Come HEER!"
Then we gets down to the bizness of graezing.
And the bizness of sleeping inna Sleepy Corner.
Evryone say hi to Prince!

























