Eating Like a Horse

Freckles:

   The other night I was delicately munching on my dandylions and Deb made a rude remark. She said that I ate like a horse! This statement was not only disrespectful to me, but also to horses everywhere.   

   I glared at her, but she commented that I looked “cute when I disapproved” and went on with reading her book. After I finished eating, I headed out to the stables to see for myself what it is about horses eating that resembles me. “Hey, Max,” I said to my horse friend, “whatcha eating?”

   "Hay,” Max said.

   “Yes, Hey to you too, but what are you eating?” (I would have looked myself, but the trough was a bit too high for me to reach.)

    Max chomped his big old teeth again and said, “No, you don’t understand. Hay. I’m eating hay.”

   “Hay? Hey, I like to eat hay!”

    I backed up and hopped the highest hop I could. By golly, I made it to the feeding trough and sure enough, there it was – hay.

    “Help yourself,” said Max.

    And I did.

   And the moral of this story is:

   Hey! Rabbits DO eat like horses – and horses DO eat like rabbits.