“What’ll you have?” asked the bartender.
“Some barley and oats with a sprinkle of clover over the rocks.”
“Coming right up.”
The horse casually looked around and caught the eye of a redhead in the corner. He picked up his drink with his lips and sauntered horse style over to her table. With a flip of his mane, he downed the concoction and then placed his haunches on the small chair.
“How’d you like to horse around?” getting right to the point.
“If you kiss me, I’ll turn into a filly.” So, he did.