It was early Monday morning. I was standing in my office, brushing my teeth and watching
George and Alan play with the remains of a cone. My toothbrush turned off after two minutes
but the game of cone continued. Surely if I raced to get dressed and go outside with the camera,
the game would be over and the rushing around would have been pointless.
I was wrong. The game kept going...
...and going...
...and going.
Well into the ninth inning, the chickens started heckling across the fence.
I couldn't blame them. They wanted breakfast. Me, too.
Lucy gave up and took a nap as the game went into extra innings.
George: Please let it be over soon. Even I'm bored.
Finally, Alan took one for the team and let go.
Looks like the Game of Cone became Lord of the Ring.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had breakfast yet either -- but start the day with a big fat smile about donkeys having fun!
ReplyDeleteEven the chickens think they look silly.
ReplyDeleteDon't you mean, "Game of Cones"?
ReplyDeleteLove it! Game of Cones! ha ha
DeleteI guess that means you will have to buy a couple more, seeing that they have torn that one up pretty good...;)
Somebody(s) need a new cone!
ReplyDeleteLooks like they had a lot of fun
ReplyDeleteHa ha, sounds like Cleveland, overtime. Love the chickens heckling! I bet Mrs.Hughs started it all :-)
ReplyDeleteYour donkeys are adorable!
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