Fancy: Why are you riding me in the afternoon when it is so dang hot?
Susan: Hope wanted to ride Lucky with us this afternoon.
Fancy: This is Hope’s fault? The woman sitting on Lucky?
Susan: Yes. It’s Hope’s fault
Fancy: Can I bite Hope?
Susan: No. Lucky will protect her.
Fancy: It’s too darn hot when you have to give me a bath before you ride me.
Susan: I’m sorry. You were sweaty with a crust of sweat dirt. We wouldn’t want your saddle pad to get crusty sweat-grit dirty. It’s Hope’s fault.
Fancy: Where is my bridle and bit? How dare you ride me without a bit. I’m out of control right now.
Susan: You are standing still right now.
Fancy: I heard you tell Hope how nice the breeze is when I move. You make ME move so you get a breeze! Did you get me a Horse Abuse phone yet.
Etc.
