Leser i gresset

Jeg hadde tid og en god bok, så da la jeg meg like godt ned i gresset. Og du kan tro det var skumle saker. Sioux og Biloxi brukte lang tid bort for å ta en nærmere titt. Når Sioux først var overbevist om at det var meg og at jeg var hun helt ferdig med saken. Biloxi derimot, han syntes det var kjempestas og gresset så til de grader tett på at han faktisk tråkket over meg og ble stående med to ben på hver side. Når han, etter en stund, skulle videre hadde han åpenbart glemt seg (meg) litt, for han tråkket på meg med en hov før han skvatt i været og var spranghest de luxe med særdeles god klaring. Det gikk helt fint, og han var ikke så rent lite merkelig der han kom tilbake og snuste og dyttet på meg som for å forsikre seg om at jeg var like hel. (Noe jeg var).

I had time and a good book, so I went down to the field and lay down to read. And the horses found me very scary, using a long time to work up the nerve to study me closely. When Sioux was finally convinced it was me, she couldn't care less and went back to eating. Biloxi however, stuck to me like glue. Grazing so close that at one point he stepped over me and stood eating with his front legs one side of me and his hindlegs on the other. All well, until he was walking on and seemed to have forgotten all about me. But when his hoof touched my leg, he started and jumped up in the air as if I was electrified. I was fine, and he was funny, turning around, sniffing and poking me as if to make sure I was OK.