Expanding their horizons

Late Saturday afternoon, I gathered the herd and explained that I had a surprise in store,

if they'd like to follow me.

It was time to re-open the back 40 after three months of being closed off
due to excessive green grass.

My announcement caused a rear-end collision. 

While George and Alan sorted out who was at fault, I ran ahead and opened the gate.

This was the day they had all been anxiously awaiting...

...but someone obviously didn't get the memo.

Me: Hank, you're missing all the excitement.

He sulks when he gets left behind,

but he perked up when he saw the open gate,

and walked off to the previously lost horizon...

 

...in search of the herd who'd done him wrong.

The expanse of uncharted grassland took his mind off the injustices he'd suffered.

George: It's about time you got here.

And they grazed happily ever after...
until it started snowing sometime in the middle of the night
and they all came back to the barn.