He bit down on my hand, and I pulled his tongue. That might seem odd to people watching, but to me, it was the most natural thing in the world. I laughed, listening to the slurping noise he made and he ate an apple. It was cute really, until my hand was coated in apple juice, and horse saliva. I could feel him continuing to nibble at the pockets on my hoodie, as if looking for more treats, even as I wiped my hands on my jeans.
People who see me with him, tell me to be careful. It's not like I'm unaware that he is huge, almost 1400 pounds and 15.2 hh. I know could easily crush me, but I don't feel worried. He's a careful horse, always watching where he is. He wouldn't hurt me on purpose. People keep telling me I'm to careless around him.
But really, why do you need to be careful around your best friend?
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