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Every morning and evening as I clean up after the horses,
Sammy and Ollie play their favorite game.
It's a universal game for children of all species, all over the world.
Known to most of us as "Tag", Sammy calls it "Catch me, if you can!"
I call it "Trading Places"....the game of pretend,
where predator gets to be prey.
(Canines are natural predators.
Equines are natural prey.)
But on a farm where species intermingle and feel safe with each other...
So, back to the game.
It goes something like this:
Sam: "Hey Ollie, hey, hey, hey Ollie...come-on....
chase me Ollie. Ollie....hey, Ollie....chase me!"
(and with this pleading goes a whole lot of nose poking)
Sammy pokes his nose at Ollie's butt...until Ollie has no choice,
but to give chase....
Ollie takes off after Sammy as fast as he can,
across the dry lot,
out into the pasture,
snow flying, hooves pounding.
A whole lot of whoopin' and hollerin'
coming from these two little boys,
as Sam chases Ollie, and Ollie chases Sam.
I overhear Ollie yelling, "I'm gonna get you Sam,
and when I get you, I'm gonna eat you!!"
Sammy squeals with delight and runs as fast as he can!
The rest of the critters watch the entertainment.
TomTom, from the safety of the fence,
Maddie from the gator.
(She prefers quieter games of pretend....as horses might be very dangerous!)
The game continues for about ten minutes,
and then the horses go back to munching hay,
and Sammy returns to munching manure.
All that running really gives a boy an appetite!
It's funny, the rest of the horses will chase Sammy off,
he chases and chases...some days initiating the game.
I like the fact that in this cold winter weather,
they are getting a bit more exercise than they normally would.
If only I could interest Donnie Brasco in this game...
this chubby pony could definitely use a bit of exercise.