Return to the Pasture

A three week haitus from M, the little horse, left me a little worried. Would all the work and patience I put in over the last months be completely undone? Would I return only to be put through more yells and insults from a nasty five year old needing to "get used to me" again? Gratefully, however, this turned out to be a case of "absence makes the heart grow fonder." I was greeting by smiles and a giant hug and it was quickly declared that I was, in fact, liked even more than the last time I came around. To that I say, "Praise the____________!" Only once was she upset with me and told me that, since I wouldn't bring her a spoon, I would be only her second best friend, not first, and that I can live with.