The SPS has a foster horse from California. He is a beefy guy, but not as big as me. He is in the quarantine pasture right now, but I can see him. I am busy giving him the eye, making stud piles, and putting him in his place. After all there is no way a California boy can be any kind of royalty.
Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)