Me: Come on Fudge. Get out of the freaking paddock!
Fudge (Arabian Pony gelding, sired by Asfour): But mum! Bailey's in there....
Bailey (Welsh Pony gelding, winner of Sydney and Canberra Royal Shows): Bugger off, man! I'm trying to get this blade of grass that's a metre out of the paddock when I have wither height grass in my 4 acre paddock.
Me: Fudge.... You need to be worked! Your jumping is terrible!
*half an hour later, finally in arena*
Fudge: Fine, I'll jump it! *canters up to jump* Ahh! It's gonna eat me!
Me: It's a ground pole, moron.
~meanwhile, while my sister is holding my mum's 17.2hh 4yr old ASH gelding for the farrier~
Ablett: It's a blade of grass! And a car! And... and.... Wind?!?! Why, Mum??
Sister: Calm the hell down, you big baby.
Ablett: *calms slightly, then bucks and gallops back to paddock, jumping over hot tape fence to get back in*
Farrier: Good thing I had finished, hey?
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