In which Fiddle didn't tell me about this, and Becky makes me laugh

Y'all remember Becky, right? 

Becky, who is constantly whining about her sad pathetic horseless life in a climate that Swamplanders pay big-bucks admission to dream about?

Well, apparently Becky and Fiddle had an adventure, and Fee didn't bring  back a single picture to share with me--I had to read it on Becky's blog.

Go there now.  (Here's the link)

Maybe don't go there right now if you are at work, or in an otherwise quiet environment

(like the --ahem-- library). 

If you are at work or at the library, go there later. 

But, go there.

And be prepared to Laugh. Your. Butt. Right. Off.

(You should see me right now:  at the library, hands clamped over my mouth, butt entirely gone.  

It's a sad, sad sight)