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Saturday, July 28, 2018

Poor Biscuit

These stories are only funny if no one gets hurt.  No one got hurt, so here's a funny story on poor Biscuit.


"This is NOT a funny story!"

Even though we are back down in the 80s, I've left the hot weather annex (barn aisle) open.  Several of the sheep really enjoy hanging out in there and it's not really that inconvenient, especially now that the breakfast club has their own private paddock.  The water hose is the only hiccup.  

I normally let it lay in front of the feeder troughs along the wall.  With all the sheep and bedding in the aisle now, it keeps getting buried and dragging it out from the back of the barn to the front of the barn can be a mess.  The other day I hung it through the cross gate.  I would just have to grab it from there and pull it through.

Sometimes the hose is hooked to the hydrant so I can fill water tanks.  Sometimes it's loose so I can fill buckets straight from the hydrant.  Wednesday afternoon it was loose.  So picture the hydrant halfway down the aisle.  12' past that is the cross gate...with the hose hanging through the left side.  

Enter Biscuit.

In the course of snarfling around looking for hay scraps by the door to the hay stall, just past the gate, he somehow gets his head under/over/through the hanging hose.  He turns around and it wraps around his chest.  This startles him and he tries to run away...dragging the hose.  

If it had been hooked to the hydrant he would have eventually run to the end of it and been free.  It was loose.  As Biscuit starts running, he's dragging about 25' of hose on both sides of his body.  Now he's really scared.  

He heads to the inside stall and real panic ensues.  Everyone tries to run into the outside stall to get away from him.

"SNAKE!!!"

Biscuit tries to follow them, in a complete panic.

"A PYTHON IS EATING BISCUIT!!!"

It's a real stampede at this point and I am in there trying not to get trampled, but to somehow get hold of at least the hose.  Biscuit finally sees me and comes running.  I get him stopped and remove the "snake" and all is well.

Except Poor Biscuit...who had his feeling hurt.


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