*rears and gallops off into the distance*

**shrieks and streaks across Rohan for no reason**

**stops on a hill, and poses, dramatic pawing at the air**

**prances**

**races off again**

**tosses his head and streaks across the plains of Rohan like a lightening bolt**

**stands outside the stable Felarof is being kept it, gazing ahead stoicly**

It's raaaaaaaaining its pooooouring....

WHY AREN'T YOU OLD MEN SNORING?!

Did y'all know mares existed?

They aren't extinct, afterall.

Huh.

So, yeah, I was walking around Arda looking you know like a horse of Oromë should (IE, majestic, powerful, etc), when I noticed something.

You bipeds fucking reek. Gondor by far tops the Reek Charts, but all of you...from the smallest hobbit to the fattest Easterling smell so bad its enough to burn the hair out of my nostrils.

((New mun. Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha *promptly begins collecting dust*))

I have made a decision about Shadowfax boinking the elf. It is disgraceful. From here forth, Shadowfax is not a horse, a stallion, or even a Mearas. Hence forth he is just a really ugly cow.

Hope the boy can moo.

1. Race back and forth in the Shire faster than the wind.
2. Kick up large, blinding cloud of dust.
3. Sneak about the cloud shitting on hobbits' heads as they are perfect height.

I miss the good old days where Bema and I turned Faramir Took into a rug.