Her short blond hair waved in the breeze as she looked at me with blue eyes and a pretty smile. "I'm Grace, I am selling several horses here today." H...llo, I'm Ben. I want to buy a few horses, but I am afraid that I am not at all comfortable with this. I really am a novice, and have no idea of what a good horse looks like," as I looked at her, she gave me an appraising look, as if I were one of the horses on the auction block. I shifted uncomfortably and listened to the auctioneer shouting out. The second incident, he insisted, was no more his fault than the first. He had gotten into the camper with no problem (he might as well make use of his bio-brain), and the damsel was certainly in "distress". Then, just like a female, she turned shy at the last moment and he had to chase her. It wasn't his fault that he hadn't been able to catch her until they got to the bathroom. She proved more than willing then, but the john in the camper was so small you could sit on the crapper and wash. I could tell as soon as we got inside, what their first impression was. The smell. Barns are not flower gardens or scented baths. But you can and will get used to the aromas. Your nose will get over its disgust, and fairly quickly at that.The first thing was to lead the critters out to the pasture. This gave them a chance to get a little exercise. They knew this, and after being cooped up in their stalls, they took advantage of the freedom. Guunar was the most rambunctious, running from one end. " WELL, YOU PUSHED ME" yelled Jamie. "WELL, YOU PUSHED ME FIRST." yelled eve. "That's enough I have had with you two, go ......". Mom got cut off because the door bell ranged. "Just a minute." yelled mom. " Jamie, Eve try to act like you got some sense." mom said sofly. She went over and open the door.There was Randy standing 6'2 weighting at 235 pounds (he play college football). With pretty brown eyes and a six pack that would drive a girl wild."Randy." cheered mom. She gave him a big hug.