Ry's secondary landing gear intersected with some pavement at scooter velocity. She busted her knee. You all know how it goes with knees. Twice now she has accidentally reopened the scab. This morning she fell off a bale of hay, ripped the knee scab off again, and sat next me in Raspberry's stall while blood filled her boot. I said, "Darling, you are one tough cookie." And she said, "Yes, but cookies crumble."