"Your face and the way it is held in a permanent scowl would be enough to make the horses refuse you taking care of them. You are supposed to brush down their mane, Jeremy, and clean out their hooves but you are doing it so roughly. I wouldn't be too surprised if that horse will kick you right in your ass," I teased him.

"If it dares then I would pull out its limbs and make sure that I slaughter it, feeding it to the birds. I don't spend an hour here every day cleaning out all this s***** horses just to get kicked right in my ass," he growled...