When Maria gave Chloe her morning, she had something to say about it, but I can’t imagine what is was. I thought I would leave it to the good readers of my blog to figure it out. I think she was jeering at us, complaining because we didn’t have a carrot Perhaps she was complaining we were late opening up the pasture gates. Ponies have their own ideas about things. You can tell us what you think she’s saying.