“C’mere! John c’mere please!” shouts Riley as she runs into the barn. I whinny in annoyance. My dinner is only half-finished and have a bucket of oats to eat after that. So continue eat unbothered by her panic. Frantically grabs bridle hurries over me. Without so much please (I mean really) shoves it my head forcing bit mouth. snort protest. “Milady this most uncouth!” Of course all hears are exasperated brays.