L: Here Come Horses

I'll confess when John told me he'd seen some brightly colored ponies in the house I thought he might have begun dipping into whatever supplies he keeps stored in his old medical kit. But then I saw one myself.

And a couple more after that.

And one with somewhat queenly raiment.

And finally some that might have been juveniles.

Deciding this merited further investigation, I eventually discovered the ponies belonged to The American's daughter. She keeps them as part of some kind of bizarre collection. (No, John, I don't think we're part of any kind of bizarre . . . Wait . . .)

In any case, of course John wanted to pet them. So:

Yes, John, I do think the horsies are pretty. Sigh.