Hungry

I walk into the paddock to collect buckets. The feed is long gone. Tornado, who looks more like a wine barrel than a pony, comes over enthusiastically and nickers at me, hoping for more food. I interpret it as "I'm starving! I'm so hungry I could ... well ... eat a horse!".

I point over to Bess standing in the corner "What about that one over there?".

Tornado looks over then hangs his head "Nah, too gamy." Pause. "So, anything in that bucket you're holding?"

I look at his sizeable girth. "No!"