There was some trucker guy and he said, 'How's the horses?' ... And I said, 'The horses are OK, but I'm about to run out of fuel.' So he let me siphon five gallons out of his truck. I don't know his name.

Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.

We did have a couple sheets of petitions circulating for people living on the road nearby. I feel 60 horses is a lot for that property. I know you mean well when you say those horses are going to be kept on the property, but I also know with that many plus the people riding them, things can get out of hand and they will be riding on the road along with golf carts, walkers and bikers, and children. It would be dangerous.

The horse is an archetypal symbol which will always find ways to stir up deep and moving ancestral memories in every human being.

It's even all over. It feels good. The horses just seem to bounce along. I can go inside and out. It's like running on a carpet.

I'm really the perfect complement to him, because I don't know anything about horses.