It’s me again. 

Blogging is hard work. I always thought when mom sat in the barn on her computer that she was playing a game. I guess talking with you is kinda like a game. I need to think about that.

Aurora, My spots are NOT like chicken pox. They are more like bird poop. The dark spots are more like horse poop. I have both colors so just picture both poops on my butt. But prettier. It’s like that.

Here is the photo of me with Lincoln. The grass was too yummy to play right then. But you can see my spots. 

I haven’t rolled up the wall for awhile. I’ve been staying in the pasture most of the time. Mom always comes running if I do it though. Here is a photo of the last time. I was part way unstuck but you can see how crumpled my legs are.

Even Newt said I should stop. They act like it’s dangerous or something. They call it getting ‘cast’. I think it sounds like I might get ‘cast’ in a movie! 

Usually mom gets a rope or two. She puts them around my legs and flips me over. Sometimes she needs help. In this photo she pulled my front end away from the wall and I got up. It does seem like my legs keep getting longer. 

I want to go eat. And day dream about being a movie star.

Sincerely…the horse who lived, 

P.S.-Here is a link to the blog I wrote first. And the one I wrote second.

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