Betty POV
Watching those ladies walking over to Enzo, I could hardly believe they would brave the trek towards us, or should I say him, they were not dressed correctly for the outdoors, they were dressed for a grand ball, and their skirts were skimming the ground, it would be hard-pressed not to get them covered in whatever is on the ground, like horse dung and other droppings, and I could not stop myself from laughing out loud when one trod in a large dump. Did she not see it? It was a rather large lump on the ground.
Watching her fruitlessly try to remove the dung, I thought I would do a nice thing. But did they say thank you? Nope. Not even a grunt of satisfaction, I finished off Nelly gave her another carrot and told her to go and have some fun. We were going back out for a ride in a
