The Sheep and the Greyhorse – Hotpot Comes Home

The sheep sighed. Off in the near distance they were coming. He turned to the small Shetland pony grazing idly nearby: “here they come again Max, only this time there’s more of them” he said, barely moving his black sheepy lips. The pony looked up with mild interest and blew a lazy breath, soft andContinue reading “The Sheep and the Greyhorse – Hotpot Comes Home”