Oh, I'm sorry, baby. First, you win the war against toddlers through...er....rather unconventional means. From the spoils of your battle, you gain several mighty steeds, and you manage to garner the attention of the local press. AND STILL YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED. What is with that puss, baby? Is the mini horse not mini enough for your small stature, asshole? Maybe if you were not the size of goddamn grapefruit you would be more impressed. Even the mini horse thinks you're an asshole, baby, and he likes everyone.