A Silly Morning

So here I am, December first (Rabbit Rabbit), stressing about a math test, yet all I can think about is this morning.
While feeding my mother's enormous Arabian horses this morning I turned just in time to catch Sinder-Bey, the oldest of the three, letting loose a thick stream of dark brown urine in the immediate area of the hay I'd just thrown down for her to eat. This was the closest I've hitherto been to a urinating horse and now fully understand the expression 'piss like a racehorse'. Come to think of it, I had to move away to avoid splash damage.
By no means will I make the claim of being a 'morning person', in fact I'm probably the farthest from it. Which probably explains why I just stood there like an idiot until she was done, nodded my head, and took my little siblings to school. Now that I've woken up, however I find this experience resounding in my psyche. So much so that I felt sharing it was necessary.