Cloud

"Come on, you beast!" The man mumbled under his breath, quite unaware that he was being observed by several rather stunned onlookers. "Get over here!" Despite his terse command, as if sensing the man's edginess, the gelding merely laid his ears back and started shaking his head, soon lashing out with his long, delicate legs. High-pitched squeals of outrage soon followed, and at the disturbance, another person's face suddenly peered out of the passenger window of the cab. "You see, Daddy? That kind of behavior is exactly why we can't keep it! I need a reliable horse that I can depend upon at all times." The blonde-haired girl stared at the scene, almost in disdain, and then immediately continued whining again. "Hurry up, Daddy! I want to ride Secret Service again as soon as we get home. That horse is so much better behaved!"