"Yes, exactly," Christeen stomped another hoof, backing up. She pinned her harks back more. "I guess im just one stupid trying to find a damn good perfect stallion. But his lead mare just wont shut the hell up!"
Christeen snorted softly, laying her harks back futher. "And you wont shut your running trap. Breaking your own rules--its SICK. You, Melody, You are the worst mare. Ever."