I’ve been reluctant to post about what's happened with the inflatable herd. I here by confess that I’m a complete failure as a horse wrangler. Despite my best efforts I managed to lose three horses from the herd. The last glimpse I had of them as they ran away was this:
Getting the remaining horses into the stall turned out to be a comedy of errors.
One horse impaled himself on the gate.
One horse took a ride on the ceiling fan.
When I managed to calm them down and coax them near the stall, a leaf blew across the cobblestone floor and they freaked out all over again.
After what seemed like ages, I finally succeed corralling the horses into the stall. Exhausted, I turned to leave when I heard a tap on the barn door. I slid it open to find this interloper:
Terrific. I had to add My Little Pony to what was left of the herd. Did horses get along with ponies?
I felt victorious when I closed the stall gate and everyone was safely inside. Luckily, the horses totally ignored the pony. Yet I couldn't help but wonder who was going to show up next — a zebra? Would the runaway horses return? Stay tuned ...