Like you must compeet for foods and grasses and graim and snuggles from Mom. Espeshully when a teeny pony tries to take all these things first.
Like now. Pony and Mom is hangin out. I has to come over to see if there is treets.
Resentfull.
There does not appeer to be treets.
I must be the BOSS MARE anyway!
Potato is not super impressed with this display. An i knows I get yelled at for pretend-kicking at her. So there is that.
It is hard to always compeet for stuff.
