In which Becky tours the Swampland on horseback, and she says it's "pretty"
As long as I've known her, Becky has been
whining whimpering sniveling saying that she desperately wants to go riding.
|Becky: "I'm on a horse!"|
So, today Fiddle and Hana and I took her riding!
|Note the condition of the pasture <<--the reason Hana is still Fat!|
|Give me a break: it's not THAT far to the top of this horse!|
we call in the clouds and start selling them all sorts of complicated raingear.
|Hana enjoys the view...and the grass|
HINT: a person carrying an umbrella is a visitor.
True Swamplanders don't carry umbrellas.
Most Swamplanders don't even own an umbrella.
Obviously, Becky still needs convincing, because the sky stayed blue all day.
|Becky: "I'm gonna hurt so much tomorrow"|
Oh, yes. You know it: life is good.