The following conversation took place during a late-afternoon trail ride.

Alys: Hrimmi, look what’s ahead.
Hrimmi: I see it.
A: Hmm, six cars and a snowmobile trailer, blocking the trailhead entrance.
H: And look, they’re loading one of those machines into the trailer.
A: It’s sort of like loading a horse into a trailer, isn’t it?
H: Ohh, that guy is wrestling with that machine. It’s also noisy and it stinks.
A: Let’s just get past it.
H: Huh. I touch the vehicle and I get a treat, right?
A: Yeah, here’s your treat.
H: I touch the second vehicle and I get a treat, right?

Hrimmi moving in on the target

A: Yeah, here’s your treat.
H: I touch the trailer and I get a treat, right?
A: Yeah, here’s your treat.
H: Did you hear what that man said? He said that I’m a nice-looking pony.
A: You’re not a pony.
H: What am I?
A: You’re a horse. The Icelandic people don’t have a word for pony.
H: Well, they should have such a word. I got pony blood in me.
A: Says who?
H: Says Tyra.
A: How does she know?
H: Tyra knows quite a bit about everything.
A: And you?
H: I know a lot about everything. I’m just quieter about it.
A: Okay. We’re past the riff raff.
H: I’ll say. Did you see the fellow who looked like Bigfoot?
A: He had a full beard and long hair. Hey, how do you know about Bigfoot?
H: Tyra told me.
A: Does Tyra believe that Bigfoot is real?
H: Yes, she does.
A: And you?
H: I have my doubts.
A: You don’t believe in Bigfoot?
H: Seeing is believing.
A: So, you have not seen him?
H: I think that was him at the trailhead.
A: Could have been.
H: Wait until I tell Tyra.
A: She won’t believe you.
H: Most likely not. I wish you’d taken a photo.
A: I just wanted to get past the vehicles.
H: Well, you didn’t have to worry about me shying or spooking.
A: Yes, and I thank you for that. By the way, what sort of things scare you?
H: If a UFO landed in the road, I’d turn around and bolt.
A: If I said touch and you knew a treat was involved, would you do this?
H: I will not ever go near a spaceship. Tyra tells me they’re radioactive.
A: Now how does she know this?
H: A raven told her that his mate touched one and immediately went poof.
A: Where was this?
H: Across the river, over at Lazy Mountain.
A: How come I didn’t hear about this?
H: Because you don’t tune in on Tyra and Raven conversations.
A: And do you?
H: Sometimes.
A: Not all the time?
H: No. I tend to converse with the magpies.
A: Why do you converse with the magpies?
H: They have more local information.
A: And what about the moose?
H: They have nothing to say.
A: The things one learns when out on a ride.
H: Makes road riding less boring, doesn’t it?
A: Yes, it does.

Next: 102. 4/13/12: At the Day’s End