I used to have a talking horse. Every morning I'd go to the fence and ask him if he wanted some oats. He'd turn around, lift his tail, and say, "A ffffffewww."

Polite horse.

Brice, telling you this as a friend, I think you're straining too hard to keep up.....

LRH, I think that's good advice. I going to stop wasting my best material here.