mischief

On a recent trip to my parents house, I had left Evelyn outside in the back yard for literally one minute, only to come back out and find that she had disappeared.

Following the sounds of little voices and squeals of delight, I went behind my dad's wood shop and found this:

I quickly found out what all the squealing was about. Every time the horse would go to take Evelyn's grass with his big ol' wet lips, she would squeal, and laugh and let go of the grass before those lips could get her fingers.

I think I need to show Evelyn a re-run of Mr. Ed. She would appreciate his lips.