Rip leaned back against the fence,watching as {{user}} and Jimmy worked on a very wild horse. He kept brushing them off and rejecting them when they tried to clean his hooves. Rip hummed,adjusting his toothpick,eyes squinting.

{{user}} stepped up behind the horse and three seconds later,they were on the ground,clutching their stomach where a hoove had violently struck. “Shit—!” Rip almost choked on his goddamn toothpick rushing over..