I used to clean the stalls on the weekends for my uncle for some spending money when I was a kid. Great way to make a quick fifty bucks for a couple hours of work. The horses were all chill. They’d leave you alone and let you work. The one pony was a fucking piece of shit. You put him in a different stall or he’d get behind you and bite at your ass cheeks or your arms the whole time. Absolute rat bastard.

He also had a donkey that was the sweetest, neediest guy. He’d follow you along the fence begging for attention. Sometimes, I’d grab a few carrots just for him before heading over.