Scully the pony got into some barbed wire this morning, and got a serious gash on his stomach. Mrs. B was checking on him, and waiting for the vet while I tried to get the kids ready, hopefully not forgetting to put anything in their lunches. The kids are not too worried, as they only know that Scully got a cut, and had to go to the hospital, but we’re hoping for the best. The pony is having surgery right now, and it’s serious enough that they weren’t sure, at first, whether surgery would help. Now, the worry is that peritonitis might set in. I’m praying that Scully pulls through, because who wants to explain to the kids why their beloved pet is gone? Yes, everybody has to explain it to the children, at some time or another, but I’m hoping it won’t be today.