My Sister's Crazy New Idea

So a few of you may have read the post a few days ago where I said about my Dad's new idea for a lawn mower - a small flock of sheep. I have recently learnt that really my entire family appears to want to naturally live in the country. 

My sister, pretty much like many girls when they grow up, has an obsession with ponies. My sister in particular is a one we can't understand. She has got involved with looking after a few really really small ponies, called miniature ponies. So called because they must only stand a bit higher than my knee, about the size of a dog really. We joke about horse-sized dogs, but these really are dog-sized horses.

My sister's mad idea is to do with the family farm in Yorkshire. She has spotted some potential grazing areas which are in competition with Dad's equally implausible and crazy sheepish idea, and has even started to think about a stable for her to keep a few pets. The trouble is that Mum appears to be fully behind this idea.

She even said to me today as we picked up my sister from the stables: "Tom, you need to take note of these as you are going to have to build some at the farm." Now I can tell you I am my father's son, and while I try and do a good job of building things, and have to say that the chicken run I built is still standing today, as I said, I am still my father's son. And that means that no matter how hard I try to saw a straight line or measure an accurate measurement, it always always always ends up wonky, uneven and useless.

So I would really be interested to see how these stables would turn out. I fear mainly for my sister, that she may have her dreams literally crushed within a few weeks of aquiring these horses. I also fear for the landscape of the Yorkshire Dales of what a mess a supposed stables might look like. 

Nevertheless, it might at least resemble a structure a little bit more than Dad's bird table.

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