. . . in the "Fish Trap" Pasture, live Quincy, Ruby, and Amber. Quincy is an old friend. He used to run with Red in the General Pasture. Unfortunately, Quincy is an air fern and in the spring becomes a horse of immense proportions. His mom thought he'd stay trimmer living with these two lovely mares. We miss Quincy and today I stopped to visit. Visit with carrots.
Yo, Cherie! Hmm, what's that yummy smell? HEY, look at ME, not them!
(Imagine squooshy, muck sucking sounds.) Come on, scooch on over here.
Hmmmm, I smell em, bring those yummish carrots on to Quincy.