The SPS has decided that horse soccer might be a fun sport to pursue. I am not to sure about that. It involves chasing around a rather large ball and either bumping it with my nose or kicking it. I did bump it with my nose, but kicking is out because it might damage my pedicure. The SPS ran around the arena with me, rumor has it that eventually she plans on riding me while I chase the ball, sounds like work and I am not sure that is what a horse of my royal stature should be doing.
Tue ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)
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