The Boyz Hit the Jackpot

Poco, why are you looking so guilty ...
and, uh, fluffy?

Some idiot
umm, that would be me
left the trailer door open.

Those two helped themselves to
an entire bale of alfalfa.

Oh yeah.

Well, I won't be worrying if you two
are warm enough tonight when it snows.
You're loaded up on high octane fuel.

I know how it happened.

When I grabbed the flake
for them to split last night,
it crumbled and fell apart.
I used both hands to carry it,
rather than hold it in one hand
while closing the door with the other.

By the time I was done
playing cafeteria lady,
I had forgotten all about it.

You've got to be kidding me —

you're so not getting any dinner!

I was over here the whole time, Mom.
It was Poco, honest.

I might believe that, Jaz, but
I can see your fluffy belly from
way over here.

Proof that I closed it tonight.

I just check them again.
So far they're none the worse for it,
except seeming a little stupefied
from their magnificent feast.

I sure am glad
it wasn't the grain locker.

Heather, if you're reading this,
I've got 2 candidates for
boot camp.