Hermes (Big tough warmblood boy) - "AAAHHH! Birds! Trees! Leaves! Grass! The world is out to kill me! Can't I just stay in my stable mum? You know, that place away from nature *shudders*?
Me - "No Hermes, you need to spend timw outside getting some fresh air, you will not spontaneously combust in sunlight..."
Hermes - "But mum, it's scary out here, and that fat welsh boy wants me dead!"
Vigo - "You bet I do Dutchboy! Come closer and I'll tear those big ears of yours of your head!"
Me - "Vigo, play nice! There's a reason you're on your own! And Hermes, man up, you're nearly six now, and haven't you got Sana to protect you from the outside world now?"
*we both look over at the comatose arabian sunning himself on the other side of the field*
Me - "Ok, you can go back inside, but only for an hour or two until Sana wakes up!"
To explain, Vigo, my mums dumpy brawler of a welsh cob hates all other horses, but possesses a special amount of hatred for Hermes, my 17hh agoraphobic, hypochondriac of a six year old warmblood. We started looking after Sana recently to keep Hermes company and to ride for dressage, only problem being that he's so relaxed that he spends 95% of his life asleep.