"Oy, you get off my Molly, that's private property you know."

He was none too friendly either, the spittle dribbling from the corner of his mouth, was not in the least fetching.

"Oy, Fitzey, where I hail from, Bonnie Scotland, for those ignoramus out there that don't know, horses are for sharing. Molly and I were just chewing the cud till you come back."

"Master, she wanted me to go to the Pavilion. But not I, not I would follow another 's command as I am your faithful steed till the end." Molly shook her head with noble loyalty and love.
Jeez what a dullard of a horse thought me I had more fun with the wee ponies, so I did, and so off I slid.