She proceeded to capture the donkeys in turn, but when one re-emerged, it looked sort of like this
|Proof that Paint is horrible|
It was like the Fat Donkey Incident all over again!
I snorted and trotted about. The Badgers snorted and fussed. Julia, afraid of us horses unless there is hay involved, was at a loss as to how to deal with our strange behavior.
Belle stared at all of us like we were idiots.
Humans are very strange.