Rusty doesn't like the horse trailer.
He prefers to wander where he pleases, munching what he likes.
So it requires major forces to round him up.
Lots of running, lots of herding,
lots of Rusty playing hide and seek in the trees.
Finally, Fiiinnnallly, getting him toward the trailer ,
through the temporary 'chute' and into it.
Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
He gets his Alfalfa, we get to go in for breakfast.