Sensing your approach, the shaggy, stout pony tosses its head, shifting the fine cornsilk mane away from its eyes. The moment your back is turned, it unceremoniously jams its velvety muzzle into an unattended saddlebag in a shameless search for some oats or a delicious apple. Upon seeing your glare, it whickers quietly and begins prancing in place, its eyes huge, communicating without words its hope that you will provide it with a delicious morsel and perhaps some soothing murmurs.