Oh, you should not have--though I suppose this means I shall have to take my mane down. I keep it in this tail so often, I forget that I can do other things with it!

[And the zebra laughs.]

I am trying to think of the first fruits of spring, and perhaps some edible flowers, make a type of light beer. Something to drink and relax with on a bright, windy spring day, when your mane is being tickled and you just want to go and kick up your hooves!