Suggested Prompt -
Tell me, what is the horse on the left thinking?
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The horse on the left is thinking about the barn. Horses are always thinking about the barn. That's where the term "barn sour" comes from--when horse goes sooooo slowly away from home, but as soon as you turn around and head back, he's dancing prancing skipping tripping to get back to the barn again. That's what the horse on the left is thinking. He's imagining himself with his harness off, rolling in some clean straw in his stall before he begins slowly munching some fresh alfalpha and a bit of rolled oats. Cuz y'know, once you geld them, they don't think about sex any more.
~ S. Kay Murphy
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The horse on the left is thinking about the barn. Horses are always thinking about the barn. That's where the term "barn sour" comes from--when horse goes sooooo slowly away from home, but as soon as you turn around and head back, he's dancing prancing skipping tripping to get back to the barn again. That's what the horse on the left is thinking. He's imagining himself with his harness off, rolling in some clean straw in his stall before he begins slowly munching some fresh alfalpha and a bit of rolled oats. Cuz y'know, once you geld them, they don't think about sex any more.
"Its not fair, why do I always have to walk in the mud. I just got a pedicure and look... a total mess. Bill never has to walk in the mud and he could care less about how he looks. Oh, Bill is such a slob, just yesterday he lifted his tail while eating. I mean come on how hard is it to just wait? But no, he just does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. No thinking about the fact we both nibble from the same place and I am going to have to put my pretty feet where his tail lifting leavings are. God, I am so sick of this mud and this pulling and Bill."
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