Its my breakfast now!

William is looking particularly splendid at the moment. He has lost his shaggy winter coat and looks for all the world a shiny thoroughbred rather than a 3/4 Welsh Cob.

He still isn't the sharpest tool in the box and was dawdling over breakfast, pausing for breath was all it took to allow Fern a free shot, who dived in head first and much to William's disgust, polished off the lot. William did stamp the floor in frustration but it takes more than a stroppy pony to put Fern off her food.

Like a locust she moved on leaving William to grovel in the dirt for scraps.