HORSE LAUGH

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ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ whuzzat ... and just when I was having this great dream about the mare two stalls down. Oh crap, she's wearing that black outfit again! That means hours of flat-out running with other horses chasing me and noisy things going bang in my ears. Maybe if I pretend I've got a stone in my shoe, she'll take that lazy nag in the next stall. He hardly ever does anything but suck up the oats.

Well, that didn't work. She's hauling out the saddle now. I'll just puff up my chest so she can't tighten the girth so much this time. That really pinched the last time. Maybe I should go on a diet. The saddle doesn't fit the way it used to.

I held my breath as long as I could but she managed to outlast me and now the cinch is really tight. Ouch. And there's this itchy spot just under the blanket that I can't reach. I'm really starting to get pissed off.

Oh so, she thinks a pat on the nose is going to win me over. Well, she's got another think coming. But it does feel so nice. No, I'm not going to co-operate this time. This is a lousy job - long hours, hot sweaty work, and crummy food. This stall isn't anything to write home about either. Okay, she's trying to make nice, but I'm not having it. A carrot? And an apple? Well, just this once because I'm a nice guy.

Hey there, mare in stall 2, don't forget we've got a date in the paddock later.

- Chico