Went down to do breakfasts, no sign of Mr T. Not in the stables, up the field nowhere to be seen. Gates all padlocked, Internal gates closed.
He was there last night for dinner.
Heard a chuntering. Traced the source to the hay barn and tack room which is locked, Opened it up and there is Mr T, who must have sneaked in there last night when i was bringing out haynets and topping up hay boxes. So he got locked in. Has made a fine mess pulling rugs off racks, poo everywhere.
He is now going around everyone telling them of his dreadful experience, locked in with one large bale of hay all to himself.
He was there last night for dinner.
Heard a chuntering. Traced the source to the hay barn and tack room which is locked, Opened it up and there is Mr T, who must have sneaked in there last night when i was bringing out haynets and topping up hay boxes. So he got locked in. Has made a fine mess pulling rugs off racks, poo everywhere.
He is now going around everyone telling them of his dreadful experience, locked in with one large bale of hay all to himself.