Our friends are moving to Arkansas, and needed to find a home for their miniature pony. We thought we would just go over and check it out... well, Thomas and Gregory flipped over him, a "Thomas sized horse." So, here they are, on our farm.
We went out to Patuxent River Naval Air Base, looked at some of the air show, but then went to Papa's to board his boat and watch the Blue Angels from the end of the runway. It was awesome, if a little loud. Thomas was glad we had ear plugs.
"When we are asked why eggs turn to birds or fruits fall in autumn, we must answer exactly as the fairy godmother would answer if Cinderella asked her why mice turned to horses or her clothes fell from her at twelve o’clock. We must answer that it is MAGIC. It is not a 'law,' for we do not understand its general formula. It is not a necessity, for though we can count on it happening practically, we have no right to say that it must always happen." - G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy: Ethics of Elfland
