I walked out to the barn with a handful of peppermints.
I don't often share my candy with the herd, so they were all a bit skeptical at first.
It smelled good enough for Hank's ear to perk up,
and judging by the number of times he licked his lips,
I think it's safe to say that peppermint is the new watermelon.
George took way too long trying to decide whether or not to eat his,
so Alan decided for him.
Hank came up from behind for seconds, wrapping his head around me
while George continued his deliberations.
Me: Eat the damned thing already!
George gave it a few licks but was still undecided and spit it out.
Me: Oh for the love of all things holy, you're an equine! How can you not like peppermints?
George: Let me try it again. Maybe I spit too soon.
The dirt wouldn't brush off on my jeans,
so I rinsed the peppermint in the stock tank before proceeding,
which Lucy found hysterical given that they eat off the ground all the time.
Me: Ready to try again?
George: Now it smells like fish poop.
Me: @#$%^&!*&. I give up.
Meanwhile, Lucy continued to savor hers...
...and Alan offered me a stick in trade for another.