There is no other horses around to look at, and this makes me a sad Roxie.
But then. My trailur leaves an I is not innit. I knows what THIS means.
Espeshully when it coms back. I runs arownd like a wild Roxie.
I is Roxie running! Way over on the left there.
Trot trot trot
Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
This is a Old Man Horse. His name is Prince.
He's all "whoa dood. Grasses!"
Prince used to be a big-time Show Horse. Now he is a big time Retired Horse an he is my buddy. :)
I'm all "C'mere! Be my Roxie frend!"
Then we gets down to the bizness of graezing.
And the bizness of sleeping inna Sleepy Corner.
Evryone say hi to Prince!