You are walking down a dirt path through the woods. It's been a very boring day so far, and not even the fresh air seems to get you interested in anything. You walk along until you notice someone crouched down on the side of the path. You can tell that he is a horse furry. He talks to himself as he eats carrots very messily, getting some on the side of his face.

I don't notice you, and keep mumbling to myself. I'm saying very odd things.

Oars "I'm a brave stallion!! Yeah, that's it... A really cool and brave stallion. I'm not a horse to be ridden on. Heck, I'm not even a horse!! Wait... I am part horse... But that's completely different!!"