Emma is dubiously willing.
"Oh Ma, now what? You've been out wandering around without supervision again haven't you?"
"Here Em, let me help with that...I could have that off in no time..."
"Ma, are you sure about this?"
"It all looks good Em, except for those blinders...I did tell him to make the browband longer to make room for your big brain, but I don't think he remembered to make the blinders wider. I'll have to see what can be done about that, maybe we won't even need them. You do look awfully cute regardless."
"Ummm, no. Sorry. Don't worry though, the pipsqueak's days of lawn grazing are numbered as well. You won't have to suffer alone."
"Gosh Em, you've already got the downtrodden, overworked look down pat and we haven't even managed to walk in a straight line yet, let alone do any work."
"What do you expect Ma? Everyone else is out eating yummy grass and here here I am, listening to you natter on about all the wood you want me to move and chain harrowing and LAWN MOWING! Seriously, they get to stand around eating and I have to listen to all this nonsense about how to make me work at GETTING RID OF the grass. Really Ma, have you totally lost your mind?"
"Maybe so Em, but we'll have fun looking for it. Giddyup!"