The horse neighs in
disapproval. The rider walks around and looks the horse in the eye, holding the
reins by the side of his face. "Don't give me that, you know what you did.
It would take too long to talk about everything, so I want to focus on two
things."
The horse blows his lips at him. "I'm going to ignore that
comment. Now, your ninja-walk...lets be honest here...it sucks. You know how to
do it, but you just won't. There are times in our line of work where we need to
be stealth. But you...you just clomp around all over the place." The rider
walks to the side of the horse and starts to tie a rope to the saddle. "I've
told you more than once, you need to walk on the outside edge of your
hoof...the outside edge."
The horse reaches back and starts to try to
untie the rope with his teeth. "Stop that! That's another thing, your
attitude needs some work. You can't keep treating me like this. I'm the rider
and you're the horse. There is an order to these things." The horse
reaches back and tries to untie the rope again, but the rider shoos him away. "This
is not a democracy. When I say something, you do it. This constant undermining
of my orders is making me look bad in front of the other riders. Besides, you
don't know the full scope of the plans, so you can't see the big picture.
That's on a need to know basis, and you need to trust that I have our best
interest at heart."
The horse tries to untie the rope again. The rider
sighs in frustration and throws his hands in the air, "Are you even
listening? Am I talking to myself here? This...this is what I'm talking
about!" The rider starts to walk away and turns back to the horse. "This
conversation is not over. When I get back, we're going to address your tendency
to walk under every low-hanging tree branch you can find!" The horse
neighs in laughter. The rider groans in disgust and walks away, shaking his head in defeat.
