Thursday, October 27, 2011

Gotta Love those Horns

" Excuse me Ripton, but may I have a word with you?"  I inquired

"Well, I suppose, not much going on other than standing around in the mud.  Perhaps you would like to discuss my breeding assistance, afterall it is late October, " Ripton replied.

"Well actually I would like to discuss the status of this gate.  Is there any reason why you feel the need to beat the crap out of it?  I mean the last time I checked, the gate was not bullying you or lashing out and swinging open to hit you in the head, " I so calmly pointed out.

" Oh sure, its always the horned guys fault.  Its never the polled guys fault. They are so sweet and innocent. Have you noticed there are 2 of them and one of me? I have to constantly watch my back, its down right terrifying at times!" Ripton proclaimed.

"Shall I point out Ripton that you broke Rutland's back leg last year? Or perhaps we should discuss the wall you took out in the barn?"  I offered back.

"Don't talk to me.  I need to speak to my attorney.  Please.  I need my personal space.  I am feeling pressured.  I need to find a fence post."