The neighborhood gang, out on the street. They're not looking for trouble...but those two feisty gray pups across the way may be a different thing. Those kids are from the wrong side of the fence.
Rollin' back to the crib; it's naptime! Salt & Pepper hobbles along last; dang ol' arthritis in the hip has been bad lately.
It's a crazy world out there. A world where a lonely calf pines for his unrequited love, while the horse next door glares in judgement, and hot, running water is apparently banal. Get the fire ready- let's fall asleep listening as spring water murmurs to the moon.