YOU may have slept last night, but I, the animal combobulator extraordinaire, was RUDELY awoken this morning by the bay horse's demand* that you find an attractive replacement IMMEDIATELY. or he will commence calling again.
that is, unless you feed him this morning.
*possibly it was not your bay horse but my own asking for breakfast
"The Threat of Internet Ignorance: ... we are witnessing the rise of an age of equestrian disinformation, one where a trusting public can graze on nonsense packaged to look like fact."-LRG-AF
I am not a touchy feely kind of guy, but why does it always have to center on girls? Maybe the poor guy had other issues, like his internet was down, or someone was eating from his hay pile, or some nasty pony was giving him trouble.
I guess I am an animal communicator. I am an animal, and I communicate. Do you want my PayPal account?