Animals I Hate

Mustangs are wild American horses. They aren’t like Przewalski’s Horses, who were born with so much freedom that it doesn’t even mean anything. Mustangs are the proud, American descendants of domestic horses, who decided a few centuries back that they’d had enough of the bullshit. And then they look at you with their horse eyes like you’re a coward for not going with them. I’m sorry mustang but I have responsibilities! I don’t have your horse legs, I need to buy gas to put in my car! Just because I found my keys (which were in my bed, obviously) doesn’t mean I can just run away and start a new life at the drop of a hat. Mustang, sometimes the harder choice, the braver choice, is to stay.