In my hair!

Icicles, in my hair!

Last night after Second Dinner, Mom said goodnight and told us all to be sure to stay dry because Bad Weather was coming. We all ignored her, of course, and now Bad Weather is here and we are all a little sorry for that. I have icicles in my hair! Icicles! In my hair!!

Whoever said that horses love the snow did not get my opinion on the subject.