We were on the way to school last week when we saw one of the neighborhood horses on its side with 8 to 10 people around it. It looked to be relatively, um, dead, or at least very ill as its eyes were closed and it wasn't moving. My heart did a turn as I thought about what the owner must be feeling losing such a big and beautiful animal. I mentioned aloud that I wondered if the horse was alive.
"Well, it is either dead or really sick," Aidan said. "I haven't seen a dead animal like that, have I, Mom?"
"You saw the rabbit in our yard," I reminded him.
"Oh yeah, right. The coyote ate the rabbit's eyes out," he replied. "Because coyotes eat rabbit eyes, not rabbit bodies."
"They don't eat the bodies?" I questioned.
"No, they only like the eyes, remember?"
At this point we were at his school and I left him in his classroom to resume the conversation with Madeline.
"We should go back and see if the horse is still alive or not," I said.
"Do you think the horse got its eyes eaten out?" Madeline asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"Well, I hope I don't get MY eyes eaten out. Then I wouldn't be able to see my mommy and daddy," she said. "I'd be like (insert tiny, squeaky voice) 'I can't see my mommy and daddy because my eyes got eaten out! Oh no!'"
Thankfully the horse was being helped up on its feet when we arrived, thus ending an unusual conversation. I do wonder though what the kids' teachers hear about such things....