Carrots. Scratches on their withers. Leisurely days spent grazing in the sun. Horses like a lot of things. Stuffed animatronic versions of themselves are just not among them.
Case in point:
I’m going to ask you politely, “Please leave”.
I’m not kidding…
“Dude, leave!”
I don’t want to have to do this…
But I will…BOOM!
I told ya not to mess with me!