It sounded like a good idea at first. Everyone was happy to embark upon the journey together.
There were chores to do, and everyone agreed to do his or her part in accomplishing the tasks at hand.
After feeding the steer, we set off for the hay corral. Everyone was still relatively happy. Sort of.
The horses were definitely happy.
The ferocious guard dog gave the horse a stern warning about approaching the children.
The horse ignored him.
Both horses ignored him, in fact. Kids must be sniffed. Every horse knows that.
After the horses were fed and the children were sufficiently sniffed, we checked on the pairs and made our way to the house. The helpers were starting to shiver. It was time to warm up.
By the time we made it to the house, the whole ordeal seemed to be taking its toll on the little cowhands.
I asked why he was crying.
"Cuz, Mom, sometimes people just have to cry when they get cold."