Embarrassed, I flick my mane, wondering if my ancestors would have ever allowed a human to groom them thus.
I, who came from a proud lineage of race-winning and battle-leading studs, now looked like some metrosexual poster child.
All thanks to the whims of a sixteen year old and my addiction to sugar cubes.
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tales: Week 96 challenge, based on a photo by Patrick Wittke via Unsplash
Awwee, the poor proud horsie got duped 🙂
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Now I know how the horse allowed this to happen! 😀
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