sophiebailey
Well-Known Member
Dear Hoomans,
A few days ago my mum posted a picture of me looking mighty fine on your forum.

Rather than encouraging my mum to love me and love my curves, you told her I was a big fat porker and needed to go on a DIET!!
So that night my mum tried to pull a fast one on me. She left me in the bare paddock and put my bessie mate Ambrose in the really good paddock with all the grass. At first I thought it was a joke but then when she went home I realised she really was going to leave me here to watch Ambrose eat all that grass.
So I decided to SHOW HER! 
I jumped over the 3ft hedge (which, may I add, was soooo easy) into our neighbours back garden and helped to mow their juicy juicy lawn. They looked very angry to see me looking through their patio doors though
so mum came and put me back in the ACE paddock with Ambrose, SUCCESS!!! 
I thought I had won, but two days later mum came back with hannibal lecters mask. I thought, I've never eaten a hooman so surely that can't be for me. To my horror, I was mistaken.

Now I can only fit stupid tiny weeny bits of grass through a stupid tiny weeny hole in this stupid ugly muzzle and I AM SO HUNGRY AND STARVING! PLEASE CALL THE RSPCA!! I AM SO MALNOURISHED!
No amount of whacking my head off the fence will remove this stupid muzzle. And to top it all off, I heard mum telling other mum that she's buying more zappy zappy fencing to make me a FATTY STRIP!! away from Ambrose! What's a cob to do
Now some lady comes to ride me and she makes me walk lots of fast walks and it feels like hard work,

and she doesn't let me do fast canters in my favourite fast canter field
I have to do boring slow canters 

So I would like to thank you all personally for ruining my life.
Sincerely,
Bailey.
A few days ago my mum posted a picture of me looking mighty fine on your forum.

Rather than encouraging my mum to love me and love my curves, you told her I was a big fat porker and needed to go on a DIET!!
So that night my mum tried to pull a fast one on me. She left me in the bare paddock and put my bessie mate Ambrose in the really good paddock with all the grass. At first I thought it was a joke but then when she went home I realised she really was going to leave me here to watch Ambrose eat all that grass.
I thought I had won, but two days later mum came back with hannibal lecters mask. I thought, I've never eaten a hooman so surely that can't be for me. To my horror, I was mistaken.

Now I can only fit stupid tiny weeny bits of grass through a stupid tiny weeny hole in this stupid ugly muzzle and I AM SO HUNGRY AND STARVING! PLEASE CALL THE RSPCA!! I AM SO MALNOURISHED!
No amount of whacking my head off the fence will remove this stupid muzzle. And to top it all off, I heard mum telling other mum that she's buying more zappy zappy fencing to make me a FATTY STRIP!! away from Ambrose! What's a cob to do
Now some lady comes to ride me and she makes me walk lots of fast walks and it feels like hard work,

and she doesn't let me do fast canters in my favourite fast canter field
So I would like to thank you all personally for ruining my life.
Sincerely,
Bailey.