It's tough being the only girl in the herd

As usual, George and Alan's recent play session spiraled downward into a leg-pulling competition.

Alan seemed to have the upper hand femur this time.

Lucy: Oh, for cryin' out loud. It's not bad enough that it's snowing again. 

Now I'll have to get up from my nap and break up those two knuckleheads before they hurt themselves.

George finally managed to extricate his leg from Alan's mouth, 

which set off another round of here-we-go-'round-the-juniper-bush.

Only this time, Lucy was right in the thick of things.

But not for long. She knows when it's time to be gone or be run over.

Lucy: I can't get a moment's peace around here. Hrrmph. 

I'm going to the tree cave. They wouldn't dare run me over in there.

Lucy: OK, maybe I was wrong.

Lucy: You, too, Hank?! Grow up! A few flakes of snow is not sufficient reason

to run around and act stupid.

Lucy: I've had it with all of you. It's like living in a frat house.

I'm going back to the barn until spring or when the snow stops, whichever comes first.