Do you know what has happened now, HWTH has mutated into “AN ALIEN”. Yes, really an ALIEN.
With these dark mornings, she has been creeping around furtively and she has a light coming out of her forehead. I was out in the field partaking of a small nibble of grass in the twilight before sunrise and my attention was taken by this wobbly light coming across my nibble area. S P O O K Y is not in it. Not only that, she has frightened off all our lovely riders who, when they pass my stable, cannot resist patting me on the nose (as I am remarkably handsome) and illegally slipping me the odd carrot or two.
So, you see, because she has become an ALIEN, I have been deprived of the delights to which I am obviously entitled.