About then is when we hear the unmistakeable sound of something falling down through branches and then hitting the ground with a thud. From the distance we hear some kind of muffled shout, followed by a course of disorganized crowd noise, then the noise subsides briefly and then turns to cheers, and then more cheers. Then there is a surprised whinny. Then more outright cheers, then a puases of concerned , Ohs, and finaled by the the raising of more cheers, and yells of , ‘Keep Going!," etc.
I nod and wince.
"How’s that? Twisty asks somewhat in the dark.
"Oh No," is my answer.
"What do you all mean, Oh No?" Twisty is still confused.
"Rustling in the willow trees, down by the hay barns, and who was trying to exodous via the willow trees?"
Twisty catches her balance, and shakes her head a bit amused, "It might not so much an, ‘Oh No,’ as it qualifies an, ‘Aieee."
I agree, "I’ll allow you the honors," I nod Twisty’s way.
Twisty pauses long enough to calmly say, "Aieeee!" and then we start down to the hay barns to investigate what’s going on.