Tyrone lets Shirley know that he thinks she's neat.
Who needs a grand gesture. Small ones are just as good. Especially when your arms are teeny and you only have two fingers. Hope your Valentine's Day is swell.
Will she get on before it disappears?
Will she land on the saddle backwards?
Will her leg be sore from that crazy contortion?
Oh, the tension! It's too much!
It's the year of the horse, y'all. I'm proud of myself for resisting the urge to turn this into an alicorn and color it all pastel-y. Yeehaw, I deserve a cookie.