“Well, good to know you’re willing to fight—Gah!” I abruptly stop walking as I’m pulled backward a few inches by some unyielding force. Realizing I’m caught on something, I turn to see what it is. “Hey, Jack, hold up! I got caught on… oh.”

The stallion we were walking past had my tail in his mouth. He tugs on it gently while staring at me; he really doesn’t seem keen on letting it go. “Bad horsey! Bad horsey!” I walk backwards and boop him on the nose. Finally, he lets go with a snort. “Urgh, I’m gonna have to wash this thing now.”