You think you can just plow through here planting the seeds of an idea like that one and leave the field wide open for anyone to come by and market it? There no way I’ll let you milk this post for every drop of humor you can get from it. No telling what kinds of problems would crop up if I let you continue, so I’ll ask you to horse around elsewhere. Good day, my good woman. I said GOOD DAY! ~
But my horse loves to mess around with your crops of thoughts. You tempt us with pods of conversation. We dive right in to the full grain bin. We just can't help but winny with glee when we roll in the hay stacks with you, can't you see? You tempt us with inquisitive thoughts and can barely withstaine when you sweeten it with molasses. Let's not even get into the grasses....