The noise his hooves make on concrete:
"do you....do you....DO YOU HEAR THAT. Run away!!! NOW. The faster I run the closer it gets...."
~we have now bolted all the way down to the paddock where we keep the pony~
"AHHHHH, that thing, its so white, that sound its making, so horrendous, ITS COMING TWORDS ME, GO DOWN THE HILL DOWN THE HILL"
~now bolted down the small him to the trail opening~
Trying to cross the creek to get to the trails
"see that, see that water, I DRANK from that water yesterday, walked through it the day before, HOW COULD I HAVE TRUSTED YOU. There could be snakes or dirt or hazerdous footing...but im thirsty, but I don't want to look at it, MY LIFE IS SO HARD, I JSUT WANT TO BE WITH MY HERD"
*then procedes to stick his head under the water up to his eyeballs(to keep a lookout) and blow bubbles*
"phew I guess im okay, now I could just ditch the human I could enjoy this trail ride"