It’s a warm, sunny morning in June, which means there’s a very good chance that “Pinto” the pony is off somewhere in a field, freaking out the neighbors.
Pinto flat out refuses to respond to stimuli, be it pleas of frustration, jeers, or actual bits of debris thrown in his general direction. What is his motive?
Exhaustion? Frustration? A predilection for black comedy?
You’ll have to judge for yourself. Pinto isn’t saying.