It was a tale that just HAD to be told...
Shadow is by far the biggest and most eclectic equine personality at Epic Farms. Sometimes funny, sometimes fragile, and always entertaining; we just never know what we're going to get from day to day. If you look carefully, you'll notice that the very first photo [page 1] is the picture perfect pose I used to turn our little Drama Mama into a cartoon mascot.
The day the majority of the pictures used in the story were taken, it was fairly cold and Shadow had colicked. It was early in the morning, and I had given him his shot and laid an old yellow blanket (donated by a neighbor) over him while we waited for the shot to take effect. For whatever reason, he became instantaneously attached to his new found "friend" and ended up providing us with the morning's entertainment (and considerably more since then).
I am definitely not a professional writer, but the moment I saw the photos from that day the story just seemed to take shape inside my head. You don't have to know anything about horses to read it, although it may be funnier if you do. Note: I have a very dry and somewhat sarcastic sense of humor (with periodic bouts of flakiness thrown in for good measure), so please keep that in mind while reading the tale of....
This is our hero, Shadow (BooBoo). A mild-mannered people washer and treat vacuum by day and a heroic crime fighter by night (until his bedtime, that is).
It was a day like any other in the pasture that fateful Saturday. As Shadow donned his official crimefighting blankie for his late afternoon RPMs [Round Pen Meanderings] he was approached by a couple of strangers...
Identifying themselves as FBI [Federal Blanket Inspectors] Agents #MM942 and #C197, they asked to see the blanket in order to verify its fittability [an industry term] in accordance with Section 3, Paragraph 9, Article 4 of the Protection Under Real Emergencies for Blanket Security Act [or P.U.R.E. B.S.].
Shadow watched nervously as his beloved blankie was laid out for inspection. Just then, a third stranger appeared. Identifying himself as Supervisor #C222, he began issuing a verbal rundown of the inspection protocol according to FBI regulations.
Suddenly, with the help of an unidentified biped, Inspector #MM942 tossed Blankie onto the back of Inspector #C197. Without warning, the pair abruptly turned tail.
Confused by what seemed to be an obvious breach of procedure, Shadow tentatively approached the inspectors to request an explanation.
In a flash, the treacherous trio absconded with their ill-gotten blankie; Shadow in hot pursuit. Tragically, our hero tripped over a ginormous [REALLY big] blade of grass, thereby losing his quarry.
Our hero was left standing; bewildered, bamboozled, and suffering from severe separation anxiety.
Determined to find his beloved Blankie, our hero begins his quest by interviewing area residents in the hope he would develop a clue...
On and on Shadow traveled hundreds of feet in a desperate attempt to find out what dastardly despots could have perpetrated this terrible crime.
Completely clueless and exhausted, Shadow poured out his woes to his person before checking her pockets for a treat [hey, crimefighting is really hard work you know...a guy can get pretty hungry!]
Enraged at having been duped by such common [no papers] criminals, Shadow decided to stake out the round pen in hopes that one [or all] of those no good thieving miscreants would return to the scene of the crime.
As the pungent aroma of worm paste permeated the air, Shadow turned in search of its source. To his shock, he saw the biggest perpetrator of the pillage sporting a very familiar looking blankie...
Casually, Shadow approached his target and nonchalantly asked for directions to the nearest hay pile.
At the opportune moment, our hero lunged at the blanket napper and with split-second timing flung Blankie to safety before successfully capturing the fleeing felon.
Note To Readers:
Shadow really did rip the blanket off of Champ (and chase him away as seen above). Unfortunately, yours truly was laughing so hard I missed the spectacular shot of an airborne blankie... Oh, my.