A new horse has arrived in the yard. His name is Prince Caspian. What sort of a name is that? He must have a very high opinion of himself. I think I'll go over and have a word before he starts throwing his weight about. I won't be bowing down before him anyway.
Well, he seems okay. Wasn't at all stuck up. In fact we had quite a chat over the fence.
I told him that the Queen's favourite pony is a Highland!