Eric: We had been for a walk around the fields and were on our way back home when suddenly.....
Ahhh pheasant poop! My favourite. I love to roll my face in all it's stinkiness. It's not so good when mum shoves my head in the horse trough to wash it off though. Maybe she hasn't seen it.
Huh! She did see it and she shouted at me and told me not to even think of rolling in it. I'm going to sulk!
Flynn: Oh yuk! I think I stepped in it!