Meanwhile, the Butterball himself is hanging over the gate, practically salivating.
"Mom! Mom! Here I am! Catch me! You're catching me right?"
"Yes yes, patience. Is he going to stop running? I need him too."
"No you don't. Catch me."
"Oh, just a minute. I don't need to drag you with me while I catch him."
So the human trudges through the snow to end the buck-fest and catch Mini-Me. Butterball marches along leading as if he's caught. Mini-Me decides to play "catch me with you can" and by the time the human has him caught, Butterball is crabby.
"Hellloooo...Me? You're putting a halter on HIM. I'm leaving." Butterball turns his butt to us, bucks, and canters off. Then stops to look. "See how cranky I am?"
"Uh huh. Wanna be caught?"
"Yeah yeah yeah catchmecatchmeCATCHME!"
Ok then....
"I'm caught I'm caught."
"Yes, lets just get through the gates. There we go. To the barn."
"Wait. What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That. What happened to the tree?? OMIGODTHETHREEGOTEATENBYTHESNOWMONSTERWE'REALLGONNADIE. I'm STANDING on the snow monster it's gonna EAT ME ALIVE."
Snort, Snort, blow, snort, elevate....
"Really Rascal? REALLY?"
"It's touching my hooves. Oh god, and it's deeper here."
"It's a bank. Made by the plow. You've gone through them before. And you stand in snow all day, you lunatic."
"It's tooouuuccching meeee..."
"You're out now."
"OH. Wow. Look. It's still white under my feet but not trying to swallow me anymore."
"So we're good now?"
"Yup. We're good. Hey, you've got cookies at the barn, right?"
Ultimately, he was brilliantly cheeky but well behaved inside....and strangely enough the heavy-snow-cover on the tree wasn't even on his radar on the way back OUT to the pasture. Weirdo.
Seriously...he's in for a shock when he realizes that the tree-eating-snow-monster is going to be a permanent resident for at least six months......... Weirdo.
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