Every afternoon, like clockwork, a big yellow car drops off a group of little humans near the ranch. I’ve made it part of my daily routine to greet them—mostly because they’ll toss me their leftovers: carrots, apples, sometimes even granola bars. I keep the road free of litter, and they avoid eating vegetables. It’s an efficient system.
But today? Oh, today was special. As soon as the little round one got off the bus, I spotted it: a candy bar. A candy bar! This wasn’t your average apple or vegetable situation—this was the good stuff. Rare. Coveted. A snack of legends. Of course, I figured he’d share. I mean, it’s extra special, so obviously he’d want to spread the joy. Right?
Wrong.
I trotted over, ears perked, tail swishing, putting on my best “hey buddy, let’s share” energy. But instead of handing over my rightful portion, the kid clutched the candy bar like his life depended on it. I stomped a hoof, shook my mane—classic non-verbal disappointment. Still, he didn’t budge. What are they even teaching these kids in school these days? Clearly not the importance of sharing.
Then things escalated. He started walking away, so I followed. Calmly, of course. But when he started running, well, I couldn’t let that slide. I trotted after him—again, calmly. Then, out of nowhere, he whips out this dino grabber toy and starts flailing it around like it’s some kind of prehistoric weapon. Now, as a highly trained alpha male with razor-sharp instincts, I immediately went on high alert. Was it a real dinosaur? I couldn’t be sure. My kung fu reflexes kicked in—I was this close to delivering a spinning roundhouse kick to that T-Rex’s snout.
While I was standing there, distracted by this prehistoric-looking contraption, the kid leapt into the back of a truck that had slowed down for him. The driver was yelling something like, “Jump in! That horse is crazy!” Crazy? Me? No. Just passionate. The truck sped off, the candy bar disappeared forever, and I was left standing in the dust, betrayed by a lack of basic manners.
But hey, there’s a silver lining. That dinosaur grabber? It’s actually pretty awesome. I might’ve lost the candy bar, but I scored a great toy. I can’t wait to show it to the other horses—this thing has so much potential.
Always remember:
“Candy is rare, so learn to share—
Because alphas like me deserve their fair share!”
Later Gators
-Three Socks 🐎💪🏻🍫