Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Eating Like a Horse
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?”
“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.