Why am I grazing alone? You are not going to believe this. My best friend Magic is courting Hazel. Seriously. Aside from the fact that Hazel is a horrible mare – nearly as bad as Sara and Jewel – Magic is an old, quite lame gelding, and wears a ridiculous red plaid (yes, plaid) fly mask. He is still quite handsome, and of course a wonderful horse, but what is he thinking? Well, either Hazel will stop being in season, or will be returned to her normal field, which is being re-fenced soon, and all of this silliness will be over. Until then I will try to remember how Magic only teased me slightly about my crush on Bo. (At least I wasn’t wearing plaid).
I am Thor and I am an Equamore Horse.
