Yearling

One of the yearlings was bothering a group of older mares. Epo-Na watched him for a while and then said: ‘Maybe I should send that little fellow over there an email to tell him to stop bothering my friends and buck off.’

I laughed  ‘But you don’t even have a computer|’

‘Of course I have a computer’, she said. ‘My body is my computer, my eyes the telephone line. ‘

I did not know whether to take her serious, but then I saw her stare hard at the little guy, shoulders square to him.

Suddenly he lifted his head, looked at Epo-Na and then walked away, whistling to himself.

‘See,’ ‘ she said, ‘he received my email’.

‘Let me try’, I said.

I chose another yearling that was chasing one of the younger mares. I looked hard at him, shoulders square, telling him mentally to stop, exactly as she had done. He looked at me, curled his lip in disgust and continued his chasing of the mare.

Epo-Na laughed so hard I thought she was going to bust her ribs.

‘Look at you,’ she said, tears streaming down her face, and trotted off, still laughing.