So...this morning when I woke up, there was a handwritten note on the table that said...
"Whilst thou come forth and be recognized and identified who performed the noble and selfless act of separating the desirable and succulent leaves from the insufferable and disposable, worthless!, stems of the alfalfa fodder meant for the care and nutrition of our equine charges, hereby relieving their paternal relation of the afore mentioned undesirable and burdensome task? I am your indentured and grateful servant, filled with affection and warmest regards for your noble personhood!
Gratefully, Sir William of Waddell, The Wonderful!"
Then on the bottom of the page it said (over for translation) and on the back of the paper was scrawled "Thank you for sifting the hay! Love, Dad!"
Okay, that was pretty good, right? Couldn't my dad totally do Shakespeare?!?!?
What he was talking about was the alfalfa that we feed with is really stemmy and some of the horses have really sensitive intestinal tracts and will colic if they eat too many stems. So we separate the stems from the leaves for some of them and it is a very boring hard task. So he was grateful that someone had separated some for him the night before :)
Anyways....if one of us or the R's walk up to you at church on Sunday and say something that doesn't sound like English, just nod and go along with us. Shakespeare is confusing our brains...... :D