“Can I help you?”

he says as he looks behind at you as you watch, as he sits and munches on a massive bag of sugary oats in his stable, his ears perked up slightly in mild annoyance as his white brow calmly lifts as you stare, his golden earrings jingling slightly

his massive thick wide-as-a-house navy blue back and rear facing you as he ate which compressed only slightly as he sat on the stable floor, sitting like two perfect mountainous lumps of dense, perfectly groomed, deep ocean blue leather, with his short dark blue tail peaking over his rear