It was late Sunday afternoon – a little windy, kind of cloudy, and the herd was passing the time until their next meal.
I looked out the window and saw Hank and Lucy napping. George and Alan were up to something, I knew not what.
I went outside to get a closer look.
They weren't getting into any trouble–for a change–just playing Jolly Ball and looking particularly adorable.
Dear Jolly Ball Manufacturer,
You might want to rethink your claim that "puncturing and biting will not destroy" your product.
Anyway, George and Alan were putting on quite a show, running around with the Jolly Ball ...
... using the Jolly Ball to plow the pasture ....
... and getting into a spirited game of tug-of-Jolly Ball.
It was all fun and games until somebody decided to cheat. Come back tomorrow to find out who did what to whom.