Apparently, someone managed to unhook our back gate. The theory is that they didn't lock it up after themselves (teens petting the donkey? Who knows?).
I suddenly started hearing Zoey the horse whinnying and I heard the pounding of hooves, so I ran downstairs to see what was up. I found that Zoey had been locked away, and I let her out, but then I realized that MaiMai, BooBoo, and Yogi were not in the corral. The back gate was open!
I pelted back into the house to warn forestcats, and then grabbed a shirt and flashlight. Pandemonium ensued, but Yogi surrendered quickly to my wife. The other two, not so much. We scurried around the neighborhood (neigh! neigh!). Finally, with the help of some of our neighbors, the errant equines were returned to their corral. Oy!
This running around, of course, set off my beloved's lung issues, and she was too wired to go to sleep...
To finish the night, we watched the first show of fourth season Dexter. Just what we needed!