Sometimes my munchkin Charlie makes a dash for my computer and unleashes his wisdom and crazy antics to friends world wide...

Here is one such occaision..

Hello my fellow friends! Its Charlie here- finally Sam let me get at the keyboard!

You will not believe what happened in the wee hours of the morning today! Well..actually you will believe it- cause Im about to tell you! haha..oh im so funny!

Anyway...where was I...oh thats right! There I was, standing there calmly under my shelter, fast asleep...zzz...dreaming...about pretty...zzz..zz fillies...pretty..zz chestnut...fillies.... Huh?! oh sorry! Uhumm... Back on with the story! So yes- there I am- dozing peacefully- when suddenly my ears detect a rustle and a plonk! yes you heard right- a rustle and a plonk!

Well it freaked me right out- ill tell you that for a fact! So off I gallop and snort thinking the big bad scary 'rustlekaplonk' monster is after me!

Finally after about 79 laps of the paddock at a flat out gallop, 65 snorts and 32 bucks- I calm down and venture back to my stall for another look at this eerie 'rustlekaplonk' monster...

After realising I could not find the monster, I decided to go back to sleep and to my dreams...of fillies...in the fields...*sigh*...

But this morning- I was rudely awoken from my dreams by a most horrendous and horrific scream! I wake up to find Sam jumping around and screeching at the top of her lungs!

Well you can imagine the way I looked at her cant you- she looked like some stark raving mad lunatic! ...*the silly girl...oh the shame of it...* psst..lets not tell her about my midnight escapade though! ;)...

So yes.. there she is jumping around and screeching "MOUSE" at the top of her lungs! Apparently my 'rustlekaplunk' monster had been a tinsy winsy little baby field mouse that had dropped into my feed bucket and couldnt get out again!! Thus indicating the 'ka plunk' noise!

Well I was well over the intial fright of the mornings- I was after some breakfast! But of course Sam had to get rid of the mouse before she could feed me! So off she trotted and took the bucket down the paddock and promptly dispossed of the little dear in the long grass and trees. I think I heard her say she was in the middle of a moral dilema! She felt she couldnt kill the mouse as it was only a baby one! *typical female...they get so emotional and frightened about the silliest and smallest things...not like us males...so strong and dependab-EEK! is that a grasshopper?!*